If I had a new episode of True Blood to look forward to like this every morning I would be getting up at 6 am no problem.
My throat hurts and my eyes are puffy from crying last night.
We had these great warm blankets that we were using in the living room to wrap ourselves up in, but they need washing. I'm irritated I have to wait until Friday to wash them. It's cold in here at night and in the morning.
No matter how far away, or how broken, or how nonexistant my relationship is with Scott, I still dream of him almost every night.
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