Rob’s working overnight, which I don’t think he has done since my first week living with him. He worked 6-10 a.m. this morning, and went back to work at 6 p.m. tonight. He’ll return at 6 a.m. tomorrow.
All because I told him I would leave him if he didn’t come with me to the wedding in San Diego this month. Are you reading, Grandma? It’s all so he can meet you!
I’ve been sitting in silence, doing some of my creative writing homework. The pipes seem to be clanking more, and the traffic outside seems louder than when there’s another person around. Especially since that person likes to blast Tupac.
‘Course it’s 11 minutes to 24.