Today was productive.
Protests are fucking tiring. I feel like my legs are made of jelly and I'm going to lose my voice from all the yelling (speaking of losing, i just lost the game). I'm just pretty happy I got out of there in time before people started getting beat and arrested by the po-po.
My speech went okay. Everything was so rushed and cluttered, due to the walk-out, so I didn't have much time to really get too anxious about it. I pretty much winged it and I think I did good!
And of course, Mookah. It's always lovely getting to catch up with friends.
I miss these nights.
mkp.
