It's like I've forgotten how to function. Doesn't even occur to me to go to bed. Snack on giant pepperoni and muenster at 1:30 am? Great idea. What heartburn? Can't sleep anyway. Did I lock the door? Did I even close it? I hope it's actually Friday this time so I don't have to work tomorrow. Always awkward when I botch that one. Probably won't put on pants tomorrow.
I'M LOSING IT, YOU GUYS. He's only been out of town since Wednesday. We've only lived together since September. I should remember how to be a grown up human person.