I’m doing that thing I said I wouldn’t do. But...you’re with your family not thinking about me, and I’m getting drunk by myself thinking about you. Which I hate by the way. It’s ****ing pathetic. We would have had a session today, but it’s Christmas Eve. You better ****ing come back in January refreshed like ****ing Snow White waking up from her stupid coma or whatever. Fresh and ready to take on the monster that is slowly growing in me. Cheers to that.