Yes. I am scared as crap that our last conversation was a joke. That the next time we talk you'll say "oh, you thought I meant x? Oh, well, I figured you'd understand I meant y."
is a certain glee (as well as sadness) in tearing apart a Lego house
that you just put the finishing touches on this morning. It was too hot
in the front room (think sauna) to complete the job, but all that
remains is green, gray, and white rubble.
17 hours ago