What the Fuck Should I Do Tonight: Weekend Edition!

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I don't have much for you today but who cares, right. Go to Picnic and then see Murcielago's last show tomorrow, do Art Walk Shit tonight and fucking watch Stranger Things when you're not out doing those other things and then on Sunday you can drink off your hangover. Or just go check out the calendar, there's so much to do, if you're looking for things to do. Why else would you be here? 

If you're wondering why I'm being so curt with you this week, it's not you, it's me. I had to get a bunch of shitty dental work done and then there was a related cancer scare that terrified me more than it should have because my oral surgeon has all the tact and charm of a rusted out hub cap and also, medical professionals, never deliver bad news immediately after injecting someone in the arteries with a hulkish amount of adrenaline (though, real talk - what in the world is growing in my jaw? No one knows. Yet. I say it's an alien. I HOPE IT'S AN ALIEN. I'll keep you updated), and my day job has been bananas and my dad did a weird thing that took up some head space and I also went off the rails on the crazy train LIKE I SOMETIMES DO IT'S SO EMBARRASSING UGH I HATE BEING ME PRETTY MUCH MOST OF THE TIME but let it suffice, I hope, to say that I've been just, like, running on empty if we're going to keep in the theme of lyrics as easily digested metaphors. Anyway, I hope the calendar helps you find fun stuff to do. Have a good weekend, I love you, and please don't drink and drive. How many times do I even need to say it. /confessional, apparently. I mean jesus, Sylvia Plath, give it a fucking rest. Gross. Get out of here, don't look at me, DON'T LOOK AT ME. Look at these great gifs instead: