So very, very unamused with today.
I’m going to spend tomorrow setting up games so hopefully that’ll make up for today’s lameness.
"I’m still out, I’m sorry!"
“When are you heading back?”
“After this movie is over”
“When will it be over”
“In an hour and a half”
…. Really. You’re going to make me wait til close to 2 AM for you to come back?
And you’re running on four hours of sleep as it is and your phone is dying so you’re going to worry me like that too? Stupid boyfriend. I’m exhausted, and about to pass out, so you’re lucky if you’ll still have a head when you walk through the front door.