Today I ate a burrito for breakfast and went book shopping with C (plus points for making it to Hongdae before noon), ate dog soup with The Bar Tender (that's right), spoke a load of Korean and got a guy kicked out of Woodstock for touching me (The Bar Tender doesn't fuck around).
I also admitted something to myself that probably should've been admitted a long time ago, and as a result of this, I'm on my best behavior for now, and so far it's procuring much better results than the frantic behavior resulting from me trying to wriggle out of it before.
Just go with it. Right? Right.
Go with it where? Straight to hell, probably.
(This is only a slightly drunk post, by the way, even though it is nearly 4 am -- goodnight.)