3:59 a.m. - January 10, 2004
What's this? Again?
Go out to dinner, come back, we cuddle and play one shot each, then he's sleepy and before I know it refuses to budge, go home. And quickly panic ensues but this time I have it under control so he sleeps in my bed and I redesign the site, one ear cocked for movement. There is none.
I can't sleep with him here.
