Thinking about titling my blog "The Man Behind the Spenser".
That's practically all I have after hours of brainstorming. Fuck, that word feels so true nowadays. My brain is in a storm lately.
I hear my phone buzz and I hope it's someone responding, but it's just my phone dying. Which, really, is something I'd like. To have my phone die right now would be a goddamn godsend. No longer worrying or getting stories on where you've been. Who you've been.
At least the weekend seems promising. Get together on Friday with some friends. Who the fuck thinks a "Sweater party" is a good idea? It's cold outside anyway, so of course people will come in with sweaters. But I guess it's to wear the worst sweater possible? I have a lot of those.