Sleepy. And full. Zach made huge and amazing burritos tonight. I have a bad habit of eating too much in one sitting lately. Filling myself beyond capacity. I visited Josh in Texas a week ago and pretty much completely ruined my own fun by doing this. The entire time I was there I was either painfully over tired or painfully over full.
Things are quiet. All I hear is the clicking of keys. Two clocks on the wall. The furnace. Dog sigh. Little dog hiccough.
I've become kind of bad at documenting my life. I'd rather spend my free time napping. Come on Spring. Come on Spring.