I freaked out but didn’t die.
My first birthday back in America in two years. The theme: legos and Spider-man. The time in Korea is over, but the PTSD when looking at a birthday cake is long from forgotten.
Granted, I was forced to go, but it was pretty good.
Officially the poorest.
It’s *picture of French fries* Day socks
The only down side is I am very poor. So maybe going to three movies a week isn’t such a great idea.
But I need to say, Navy Pier is long, like really long.
They all lied. I was lied to.
But something about trying to flirt with my physical therapist screams sexual harassment. So, I’m holding back.
The old man that runs everyday.