Old man dies. Young Woman lives. Fair trade.
Insomnia
That passage was and often still is so apt. That sort of night seems to be forever tied to me. And I remember that particular one vividly, mostly because of that entry.
I'm sort of glad for that old journal.
Mm. The day is beautiful and I've still got House and my run ahead of me. I'm okay.
That passage was and often still is so apt. That sort of night seems to be forever tied to me. And I remember that particular one vividly, mostly because of that entry.
I'm sort of glad for that old journal.
Mm. The day is beautiful and I've still got House and my run ahead of me. I'm okay.