Got my feet on the ground

Of course, not every night can go well. Back to six hours and awake four times.

In other news, it's FUCKING COLD in here. Sixty-two doesn't *sound* cold, but trust me.
Maybe I *don't* want to move to Seattle after all.

Every time I look, you're never there

Do you have days like this?
So do I. (Warning--Get Fuzzy Sunday Edition)