I can't stay at other people's houses for more than an hour, maybe, before I really want to leave.

A friend hosted a bonfire for his birthday the other night. We made s'mores and socialized. When there's a 20 foot fire to stare at, you don't have to force the conversation quite as much as usual.

My fish isn't dead yet.

MC drunk dialed me after I got back from the bonfire. That made me very happy.

I'm sick. It's the seasonal several months sickness. Thanks, Winter.

I can't think of anything.