So, last night I dreamt that I had no feet.

Tonight I waited online outside of a liquor store (because they only allow a few people in at a time) in my sweats while everyone around me was dressed for a night out; I then had to show them my ID in order to get in.

I bought a Magnum ice cream bar, and I was 20 cents short. 

It’s nice to know that old Idan is still buried in there somewhere, even after making new friends with completely different interests, drinking for five days straight, and going to a dubstep concert.