This afternoon I am feeling like the universe is starting to pile things on me to make me doubt my decision to end our work together. Between h's heart thing, my cat being sick, the extended overtime at work, and now the stupid concurrent chat thing at work, oh and besides that I'm not sleeping very well, I just want to drive up to your house, barge into your office and just collapse on the couch. You don't even have to be there. I just want to curl up and fall asleep on your couch for about 12 hours. Yes I'm being dramatic and no I don't care.