Too sleepy. In five hours I have to get up for work. Work sucks, though now I can't just walk out because I bought a new house.

Silence interrupted, very happy to hear everything was back to abnormal. Though it is never enough. When silent, I want him to write, when writing, I want him to speak. I wonder, after all is said and done, what is the limit? Probably start all over again. Forever and ever. Dream on, girl. Remember what he said about forever.