But three things make it worth it:
1. Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles tomorrow. This place is like manna on crack. I can't wait.
2. The fact that I wasn't hurt in the car accident. Thanks to everyone that reached out about that.
3. Me in a green seersucker dress for my bachelorette party tomorrow.
And because I hate to leave you with that much positivity. Here's an article that Ima Gitcha, another black derby chick (though I think she's still skating) posted about a year and a half ago, about Bud Dwyer, who basically committed an American version of seppaku in 1987. Random I know, but for whatever reason this story has really stayed with me for over a year and half. And not in the usual writer way. I haven't come up with any deep connections or metaphors for this one. I'm just kind of vaguely haunted by it. And I think you should be to. So read Ima's blog on Bud Dwyer here.
Okay that's all.