wednesday january 9

today i was approached by a girl at the alex p. keaton who suggested that i looked familiar and that she had given me a ride home once before. while i had no recollection of such an event, i attempted to go along with it as best i could, which, combined with the tendency of interior alex p's to drown out 40% of everything you say, made for a very confusing and awkward conversation. it went so badly that at multiple points later on in the night, well after the conversation had, in fact, ended, she said "fuck you, luke" as she passed by me.