Take what you know and use it. I ordered a present for Mitchell today because he deserves one and I'd like to get one from every set.

Nine p.m. meetups that lead to five a.m. good byes are kind of interesting in the way that makes me remember what it's like to be me. Sorry, that part isn't for you anymore. One day you'll see that my insides don't match my outsides and never will. 

It's always some excuse.

Too tired, too obtuse.