I got this phone call.
I don't know how I feel about it.
It's one of those things.
It could be good or it could be bad.
I guess I just need more details.
I'm glad they thought of me.
I don't want to slip into the same bullshit.
Bickering, name-calling.
That was something of the past.
Underlying hostility was better.
Well, probably not.
Couldn't there be a middle ground?
The power went out last night.
I haven't been in a power outrage in a while.
I haven't been in one with friends, ever.
A riot I tell ya.
Charlie's was fun for a bit.
Then it got pretty... old.
Crowley told me I can 'technically' drink while on these pills.
Now why the hell did he have to go and say that?
Watching your friends be hammered sucks.
They're all talking crazy and I'm just staring.
It's like my mind goes blank.
Void of all conversation.
Besides my jaw hurts when I strain to talk loud.
This thing is clearing up fast though.
Exciting.