Rm 410 The Arms, Saturday night
It was a groggy, weary George Michael that fell into his bed Saturday night. He had no idea divorcing one's wife could take so long. The whole family was there. Because, well, they were Maeby's family too and that awkwardness took a toll on him that lasted all week long.
He was relieved, yes, but drained of any kind of engergy. Before he crashed he'd handwavily left Mary a message, telling her that he was home and if she felt like coming over, his bed was always welcoming. It sounded better in his head. Really. Then he was out. Just like that.
[establishly mainly cause I feel like death.]
He was relieved, yes, but drained of any kind of engergy. Before he crashed he'd handwavily left Mary a message, telling her that he was home and if she felt like coming over, his bed was always welcoming. It sounded better in his head. Really. Then he was out. Just like that.
[establishly mainly cause I feel like death.]