Ugh I shouldn't beat myself up but I am. What the fuck? I am so fucking tired after just being here for 4 hours and I am NOT lying about that. Holy fuck. I suppose admitting it is half the battle. Part of the battle? It's hot in here. I don't want to lie but I do. Little things - stretch a story, blah, blah. Whatever I need to focus on looking out the window - bye.