("Oakland? There's an Oakland exit? Am I in Arlington? Wait... what's my exit?")
***
So here's a random photo of me with Eric Clapton.
Good night.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
When It All Stops Making Sense
I'm exhausted. I've done a lot of driving, eaten a lot of good/bad food, sat in an elementary school for 10 hours, made a bajillion phone calls related to graduation, and now am so tired that honestly, the exit signs near my own house were confusing.
("Oakland? There's an Oakland exit? Am I in Arlington? Wait... what's my exit?")
***
So here's a random photo of me with Eric Clapton.
Good night.
("Oakland? There's an Oakland exit? Am I in Arlington? Wait... what's my exit?")
***
So here's a random photo of me with Eric Clapton.
Good night.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Man, you must have been tired if you didn't remember that the Oakland exit is not in Arlington.
Poor thing. Hope you got some rest. Tonight is graduation, and it might be awful embarrassing if you were asleep when they called your name.
Post a Comment