Some people love it, some people hate it.
But what remains consistent is that the following day, I feel fucking dead inside.
Remember the good old days when I just used to blog a few times a day and talk ball?
A lot of thought went into this decision.
In fact, it took a grand total of 10 seconds.
Lucas texted me at 12:40, and before the clock struck 12:41, it was decided.
^^He redacted the reinstatement date of food and drink for a reason.
We have a good one for this summer.
Actually, I’d call it great.
But for the time being, food / drink / treadmill are DONE.
And that fucking hot chip is never coming back.
