I expected it to happen. I hoped it wouldn't.
I'm taking a writing course and because I have a brain that goes into overdrive whenever any kind of unexpected stimulus is thrown at it, I have a brutal case of insomnia.
Words. Phrases. Ideas. They are all whispering at me and keeping me awake.
I was thinking of sliding a guitar under JB's pillow and maybe dragging my old trumpet out of my parent's basement (it's true).
Because THIS is much, much better than the little talks I've been putting him through:
