I have absolutely zero recollection of the time between leaving the library bathroom and just looking out the window and noticing it was pouring out not even 10 minutes ago. That's cool.

My head feels weird. Like my hair doesn't belong there. I think I'm going to shave it again and hope it's not my scalp or my brain.

Maybe I'll get a tattoo. Maybe I'll have a coffee and my meds and go to sleep. Probably that and look up tattoo prices before.

edit: ayy found a dude in the area people seem to really like