Saturday, 5:30 p.m.: Drinks at Jupiter with Marcus. Adam had a Quasar and a half (Marcus polished off the rest). Herein lies the result.
Poor Oliver. Poor, poor Oliver.
This is what I live with.
We stopped at Walgreens on the way home and bought these. Then we found a new $1 ice cream shop on Shattuck. And then we ran into Carl, who was not phased in the least by any of this. Would you be?