Please? Can I?
I need to go write. NOW. I need to leave work and go write. This is driving me insane. I have written more in the past three days than I have in MONTHS and I can’t go ANYWHERE and just do it because I’m at work. Stupid work. Stupid, I say!
I so made out with him last night. In my dream. And for the record, he wasn’t married in my dream, so it was totally guilt-free. And fun. And he had niiiice arms.
Please can I leave now?