Yes, some poetry and things like that. Nice enough, I suppose. I felt a bit rushed in it though, sadly. Had to get it pushed through for the money and such.
Long days and longer nights. I haven’t been getting the best of sleep. It’s alright, though. It’s given me plenty of time to look at the stars in the night and write some more.
You’re gonna kill yourself, losing all that sleep. You should take melatonin— always helps me.
You look… different.
-Kathy reaches up to touch his cheek, brows knitted together with concern.-
And you look thin; haven’t you been eating?
-He can’t help but laugh at that. Oh, the irony.-
It’s not going to kill me, Kathy, don’t worry at all.
-He frowns as she lifts a hand to touch his cheek, though, bringing up his weight. He’d been struggling with keeping it on for a while, now, but he hadn’t thought it to be that obvious.-
Eating like a horse. My system’s just a bit out of sorts, is all.