I'm going to cut you, man

So I saw Star Wars yesterday and I just want to say I thought it was fantastic. It was theatrical and melodramatic and over the top and I loved every minute of it. The reviews and everyone’s opinions have been positive but they are all blah blah blah it’s okay but, this and that, blah blah blah. Fuck them. It’s great. That’s all.
Went to 80’s night at the Die Maschine, the hottest ticket in town. Didn’t go too well. Got overcome with self-loathing, had to be alone. Had a drink at the pub next door. Hung out with a guy I work with, who was on ecstasy, and watched someone do really bad card tricks; dude kept dropping them. Bought beer, gave half to a friend I ran into. The plan was to go and drink by the river but I didn’t have the heart for it. Went home apparently, but who knows? I have a deep gash (I’m gash bradley) in my shin. I don’t know where I got it. Maybe I did it to myself. My knuckles are cracked and bloody. Maybe I got into a fight? Maybe I was just punching the walls. Who knows. Another friend (hi Ron) had to get his bag from my apartment and buzzed me at the ungodly hour of 10:30 am. He told me that he and my friends were worried about me. I know how they feel. Tra-la-la-la. This is how we dance.