On Throw Pillows at 3:42a.m.

I know it’s been a while, but this isn’t really for everybody.

I’m on the downside of the second of two really ass-end days in a row, capped off by screaming at lots of people that I like who didn’t deserve nearly what they got. That’s tacked on to the end of a really shitty week that capped off a handful of really shitty weeks, so I’m doing what I do to cope. I’m watching West Wing, and I’ve dragged out Sports Night re-runs, and I’m lying on the floor with a throw pillow from the new couch under my chest because it helps when my ulcer is acting up, and I just buried my face into the pillow for a moment.

And it smells like you.