And for my next trick. I crash.
All week I've slept between 2 and 4 hours a night.
Going downtown near every day to attempt to unfrazzle a very frazzled man only to realize around midnight that I need to go home in order to wake up to have my ass in my chair at work for 7am is tiring. I don't mind, because he knows I…
<+3 him, since <3 isn't <3-ish enough. I forget what else was written here. Something about sushi, coke and rubbing Texans to keep them warm.
