Look--I had ten free minutes and made a list of people who need to go away:
--Roger and Lyle. The Nightingale thing is officially property of Bodie alone because they're starting to piss me off with it.
--Realtors, and especially ones who call me at work. Logan, we have till the end of the month, and then she's gonna open it back up. We can make up a name if we have to...
--Junkies who like to throw up on me. I don't care if I'm supposed to be a nurse for these little joyrides, I'm going to start wearing Mike's lab coat because otherwise, I might actually have something I like get ruined.
Can you tell I'm exhausted and cranky? Luckily, I only have two more shifts of these to go.
I miss him. Between my work, him trying to get everything settled for the nightclub job... small wonder we can't find ten minutes to go together to get the lease signed. We barely have time to talk to each other anymore.
And we're supposed to be starting a life. He got a ring to wear while he's working so all the girls--and any curious guys--will know that he's mine.
So what am I so worried about?