Poor Not-So-Ex is off working his butt off. And, today, he said the words all of us dread. Seven, twelve hour shifts. Now they haven't started yet - he's working six tens right now - but he's expecting them sooner or later. And, while that means no worrying about money for a while, it also means we probably won't get away anytime soon. But, don't worry, when we do get away, it'll be extra awesome.
Well, Community is ending and I'm getting hazy. Hope everyone is feeling better than I am. And, to whomever created NyQuil (can't forget the big freaking Q), I love you.