Oh FBK.

Conversations with like hearts about not wanting to give up hope, against all odds.

Balanced with a conversation about how numbers are a human construct and somehow the source of all disease.

One made sense inside of me, one made no sense and I eventually had to bow out to come how to sleep.

There was a 2:1 disagreement about “wanting someone to be happy with me” vs. “wanting someone to be happy.”

Guess which side I was on?

Whiskey-nap time.