"Shut up," he explained.

I'm slamming-my-head-against-the-desk restless.
My tattoo is itchy.
I dreamed I was having hot sex last night (with another person!). I love those dreams. Must remember the correct mixing of food and drink ingredients that lead to such titillating nocturnal excursions.
Leaving for Lasqueti on Saturday.
Saturday.
Saturday.
Saturday.