Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Dear love

It's the middle of the night, and I've just spent more time then I should have trying to figure out what was suppose to be the latest post and it sits in draft.
Mr. Scratchy, I feel like this is a race with the clock to get something on here before you check in.
As I sit in my pajamas fending off the cold, I ask you how your night was as I'm sure you're just winding down.
I hope your day/evening went well and hope to some day hear a reply.  In any case, sweet dreams Mr. Scratchy.

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