This is. My notes are a great example of what the hell is going on with my brain. August 22nd, 2:40 a m. Uber or the bar across the street? Well, you were deciding if you’re gonna go home or you’re gonna go to the bar across the street. I had to think about it in my notes. You had to write it out. You had to talk it out. What’d you choose? Fuck, I don’t know. You don’t remember? I don’t remember. That’s crazy.