For some reason unbeknownst to me, I stayed up all night last night, not only cleaning my place, but washing ALL my overdue laundry

and chatting it up till just now with friends.











I suppose there's no more of an appropriate way to spend the eve and first hours of turning/being nineteen with friends.
I'm not just "barely legal" anymore, but who gives a shit.
MY ASS IS GOING TO BED.