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Dear journal… why do people write dear journal? It’s always struck me as strange to address an inanimate object. I guess maybe it puts people in some sort of headspace to write. Anyway, I don’t even know what I wrote in here last time. Things got really crazy there for...

I miss gum. Whenever I used to get stressed about something, I’d chew gum. But do I have any? Nope. And fuck if I can’t find some cigarettes that aren’t stale as hell. Maybe I’ll stop by Sour Diesel and see what they’ve got. They’re a smoke shop after all,...

I’m… no, what I am is too tired – no, not tired, deliriously exhausted – to write this. Maybe after sleep. Okay, so I had one of those days. You know, the kind where you wake up in the...

Journal journal journal… I’ve never gotten good at this writing in you thing. With some people journaling is like clockwork, every goddamn day. Pretty sure the only thing I ever habitually did every day was sleep in. Anyway… I don’t even know where to start. I keep thinking about the...

Well, been a helluva ride so far with this shit storm that’s swallowing the world, but Cas and I found a new island. Well, we didn’t find it… but you know… someone found it, and we’re on it now. Looks promising so far. Still got those damnable chompers walking around...