Twice, even.

I've been up for too damned long and haven't gotten enough sleep. I'm very tired. I'm also in a bloody lot of pain and when I DO sleep I seem to find myself in nightmares that leave me sweating and crying when I wake up.

Maybe I'll make her some new graphics.

Maybe not.

Maybe it doesn't matter, because it's 11:30 in the goddamned morning and I can't sleep but wish I could.

*sighs*

I'm feeling cynical, worrying about him and him and of course him.

I'm looking over my shoulder, watching as he sleeps, and worrying about him just a bit too.

And I'm worrying about me.

A lot.

Snow keeps calling and keeps missing me, I swear I sit by the phone for six damned hours and then I go upstairs for fifteen minutes and he calls. I'm starting to believe he is watching the house and ONLY calling when I'm not downstairs.

Bastard.

*wry grin*

Yes, I want to talk to him. I am going mad from boredom and I rather suspect he will cure that nicely. I'll give him that - I've never been bored around him.

Then again, I've never actually MET him either. *shrugs*