We have a good shot

It's all come full circle.

I'm back in Marianna, the suicide capital of the world. At least that's what it feels like. It seems isolated, but at least Brenna and Cafrine are here to help keep sanity. Or add to it.

Panama City Beach tomorrow for the week. Hopefully I won't get nose leprosy from being in the sun so much. Lord knows I need to get my base burn before my dance class on the 24th, which is ironically when my Orientation is as well. Looking forward/scared of that day. But let's take it one step at a time.

I wish I had a sweet Stanley Cup finals beard. Effin' a.