Usual sort of thing last night, nightmares and all, but I seem to have slept the night through mostly. Woke up, thought about Scott, only a bit achey, which is odd. (Good, I guess, but odd.) Is it because he wasn't a psychotic asshole, because it hasn't hit me yet, or because I am so fucking tired of the game and I just give up on the whole concept?
Right. Off to work then.
Right. Off to work then.