Evening, couch.

The truck came early and we finished putting everything away by 9pm. So, about 9:15 when there was nothing else to do, I was told to clock out and go home, since I had been there since 10am. So, I came home, ate dinner (leftovers from Tuesday), and now here I am. I don't work until evening tomorrow after T.

I hope T goes well. I am scared about giving her my letter. I hope I don't chicken out. I'm too afraid to tell her verbally, so I went for a letter. I was going to mail it, but I chickened out. Here's hoping I can give it to her and we can talk about the things in it.