Somewhere between headbutting God- in a completely noncompetitional and just drunken friendship way
and a sandwich shift...
I meant to tell everyone that I was okay.
I love you miss.
My dad's okay. Chipper as ever.
In that quiet bean counter way of his.
And I've got just enough time to get out of my clothes... and into bed.
Rough day at the office. More to come.
Thank Tim?
Thank Ed.
Did I mention though... between no lunch break, and my fourth solo-walk-in,
that I really just wanted to call you?
I missed the sound of your voice today-
definitely didn't get my fix.
But we'll live.
We're tough like that.
Grr
- Flex -
You know...
because I do too.