Yesterday, 11:17 AM
(This post was last modified: Yesterday, 11:18 AM by Drunk Monk.)
PostSDCC depression is real.
Fortunately, I have the Days Between next. Plus I was joking with Patrick that the Spider screener was my methadone.
When I got back to San Jose Airport, I paid my parking at the Econ lot, then promptly lost the ticket. I never do that. Shows you how out of it I was. Fortunately, you don't need that ticket anymore. The gate scans your license plate.
I found the ticket yesterday, tucked by the driver's side seat. It must have flipped out of my pocket when I pulled out my phone. I did look there, suspicious that it went that way, but totally missed it. So out of it.
Fortunately, I have the Days Between next. Plus I was joking with Patrick that the Spider screener was my methadone.
When I got back to San Jose Airport, I paid my parking at the Econ lot, then promptly lost the ticket. I never do that. Shows you how out of it I was. Fortunately, you don't need that ticket anymore. The gate scans your license plate.
I found the ticket yesterday, tucked by the driver's side seat. It must have flipped out of my pocket when I pulled out my phone. I did look there, suspicious that it went that way, but totally missed it. So out of it.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse