I promise I will type the best I can.

I am probably still drunk. I almost absolutely drove home; once by proxy, and once in my own car.
A recap is in order, I do suppose --- a summation of SB-0'10.

I am the best of friends; I am the worst of friends.
Some nights the 25 feet which your headlights illuminate becomes the entirety of the world, and on those nights. every pair of headlights belong to aan officer of the law.
This is alright, because on those nights Adrienne knows what I want, and is more than willing to help me find the son of god, or a bride to buy.

There are people I love, and worry about some of them. I am happy for others, and miss one or two. One more often than the other. I wish he would come back to us.

Also, I want to voice publicly (seeing as how im drunk (thats, right, double drunk parenthetical coherency)) that if my parents actually feel like my sister going to sullivan for nanny'ing is better than my putting myself through college (and eventually law school), and that a bowling tournament is better than ambition to complete the iron man competition, then fuck them. so hard.

i have grown so far beyond that; but it wouldnt hurt for you to help me out and say things to me.
i can barely read what im writing, and i can hear birds chirping more clearly than the keys pecking.