That went well. God, I feel like shit right now. I mean physically. I have a raging headache and I haven't eaten all day out of sheer nerves. I'm going to go sleep for as long as possible.
Oh, and I almost forgot... Jon. I'll be happy to look after Maggie if you want. If you want her back and can promise me that you will take good care of her, then we might be able to work something out. It doesn't matter to me either way.