Paused for a bit of self(ie)-reflection after delivering some paperwork. ;) (2nd try, as this didn’t cross-post to Facebook for some reason.)

May 1996, so I’d be 23 here, at the Pit (my apartment). The speakers were Casey’s, the rest of the stuff on the shelves (videotapes!) a jumble of all the roommates’ stuff. Sadly, the classic Pearl Jam shirt is long gone. #throwbackthursday

If I’m going to get sick, at least it happened on a weekend where we had nothing planned. One day of doing nothing down, one to go. Time to NyQuil myself into oblivion for the night.