Quarantine has fucked me up.
I'm like half-and-half... half introvert half extrovert... people piss me off but I don't mind the ocassional "gathering".
Sitting here now, no kids, no adulting-- just drinking some expensive IPAs. And hangin on Fu.
I don't hate it but I know there is more that I want.
Where's the shell's outter wall? Where is the ceiling?