Awake at 3am
Damn. Awakended by the intense heat of bodies. pressed upon me. Didn’t we already do this once this year, I’m thinking to myself? Shit, it was the dog, and my three year old. Way to harsh my fucking sleeping mellow. Guess I’m sleeping on my couch, if I can sleep.
Just paid a visit to Stevie, and she didn’t come right out and say it, but it looks like Rob may have actually done himself in after all. That sucks. Trying to find out if and when any kind of arrangements are going on. I think I may need to make trip.