Sometime last night - tonight - whatever - There Was a text message conversation, which I *think* was supposed to make me feel better, so I'm trying.
It's so very very long until Tuesday, though. ~sigh~
And I'm desperately in need of a drink.
And I woke up as Steve Jansen, having just had what was about to be a dreadful nightmare, and turned to Cilla, who had woken me, and said "I keep having so many dreams." To which he replied, "You know what I think? I think the Sandman's seen you and fallen in love with you."
I thought that was sweet.
Anyway. Drink. Yes.
Why does everything have to remind me of time I've spent with him?