I’m a moody son-of-a-bitch

I was honestly pricing plane tickets/hotels, and mapping drive times to Baltimore for Gamesday. Something clicked with me and got me excited out of fuckin’ no-where. The variances of attitude are impossible to predict. That said, I try to never act on impulse, so don’t expect me to be there. It was more idle fantasy on my part than anything else, used to demonstrate a drastic shift in perception of the upcoming events.

I still want August to be over though.