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[chiefseamonkey]

With work and everything, I've barely slept at all this week. So, after dinner at my parents' last night, I figured I'd come home, watch LOST and go to bed early. After all, I had a fourteen plus hour day today. I popped in GROSSE POINTE BLANK and drifted off. An hour or so later, my phone rings. Someone's crying. Upset. Being the good person everyone claims I am, I'm on my way. Don't bother with shoes. ("Shoes? No no no no fuck shoes!") Grab my jacket and keys and go. I got home half an hour before I had to be at the Spoon this morning. Spent four hours there then nine and a half at the Depot.

I didn't get as much sleep as I wanted/hoped/planned. You know what? Last night was really nice. I still felt good when I started my day.