I can't even handle myself today, I'm all over the place like a kid on crack.
I'm irritable, but I'm also excited and happy.
Maybe it's the little extra coffee I had today? It wasn't Starbucks, so I don't know what gives.
Maybe it's the cold? I saw my breath this morning while taking Ruffles outside. I think it was in the high 30s last night. Fucking fall, you can shove it.
Maybe it's my new fur-lined denim jacket? Fuck, why is it only October and I'm already wearing fur?
Maybe it's my new shoes? They're Rocket Dogs and they're like stilts. I'm like 5' 10" today.
Maybe it's because it's Friday? We're playing in Manhattan tonight, going to Xunta for tapas and copious amounts of sangria.
Who cares. Drinking commences in three hours on the glorious Metro-North Railroad bar car, and despite the cold, I'm banking on a damn fine weekend full of girls, tapas, sangria, Manhattan, Otto, a 'rado, martinis and maybe a pumpkin thrown in there for good measure.

Vegas kids: Have fun this weekend, I wish I could be there!