Home now. Only just. Mind is broken. Scratched my ankle quite badly on the garage door as it closed behind me. The reunion with Happy was something to behold. Secret fears that she would have forgotten me were vanquished. Email was checked. Email was deleted.
It's 6:30 AM in New York. I drove my car home from Shannon's in a deep haze. Bladder was inordinately full. Pajamas, now, are inordinately comfortable. I heart my bed. I heart my bedroom. Now go. Sleep.
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wootzone, my bitches.
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