This weekend has taught me a Iot. It’s taught me that I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I almost ruined some good shit for nothing. I should also stop worrying so much and enjoy shit more. I learned that fried chicken is the best breakfast, and I also learned that a title means nothing. I spent the weekend with some amazing people, the friends who get drunk with me and accept how strange I am. One specific friend who texted me all night on Saturday and made me feel really good about myself. She’s awesome. My cat. And of course my family, even though we’ve fallen on some tough times it still feels like a family. Even though I have the Sunday blues I feel good, and that deserves a dumb text post on a dumb website.