Ri. Dic. U. Lous.

When things almost literally happen overnight.

And again, I find myself with the problem of too many options.

Westward?

Oh dear.

Let's not jump yet, shall we?

But it's all I know how to do.

I don't like this whole "thinking through decisions" thing.

It makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

I'd call my dad, were it not 3 o clock in the morning.

Fuck.

I need a cigarette.

Westward?