E. is itching for me to post something else, something besides him and his hair. It is too bad that posting takes time, a commodity of which I have none. And even when I have it, which is never lately, I for sure don't have its sister-commodity, energy. Which is more or less to say that I have posts I could post, but I am too tired and it takes too fricken long. Tonight, in particular, I am worthless.
E. my love, you will have to wait.