it's time for me to destroy the fabric of space and time again

There's something incredibly illicit about making a fast food drive through run at nearly midnight, I think. It always reminds me of going to concerts and then ending up at Denny's, exhausted but still too fidgety to go home.

Or this could just be me.

I'm feeling mean again, which probably signifies I should step back and lie low for awhile - before I say things that I may possibly regret...years later. But I feel really, really convinced of them at the time.