I think Savvy and Charlotte would like the clothes I got while I lived in London.
CALVIN! Your kitty better be a white russian or else I can’t love it.
How did I get to the living room-wait is this the living room… how is it nearly time to go to work.
There’s an alien on me…
Up has become down. I wonder if I do pass out if I’ll go down gracefully.
I just want to sleep
but I just lie there thinking and I don’t want to think and I don’t want to miss home, I don’t want to cry.
It’s that kind of morning! Mmmmhm.