Sometimes I get in these moods, ones where I feel like I’ve completely fallen behind on everything life has told me to catch up on. It’s usually during the aftermath of something wonderful. Maybe after two months straight of weekends that I’ll later describe as “the best times of my life.” Times when hangovers are worth every minute of uninhibited laughter. Times when money has been fleeting, despite not making enough to cover it. Times when I don’t care about ...







