Okay, so I haven't slept in about five days. And so I'm in just a little bit of excruciating pain. And so I have to get up in already less than four hours. And so what? I'm talking to my love. I wouldn't give that up for anything. Not even sleep. In fact, I never want to sleep again, if it meant I could still talk to him. I know, I know. I'm starting to sound all teenager sappy. But I like this feeling. Like I can do anything. Even sprout wings.
But I'm all loopy and stuff. So...
Laters