I made it through busy season. My shoulder is sore from mousing, my brain is tired of processing. I'm fucking exhausted, y'all. Cheers to some quite time on Galveston Island.
"You shot me up, yeah You filled my cup, oh You sailed my boat You were my very last hope You took my very last hope away Oh you, you will be loved by someone good And you, you will be loved by somebody good You have been loved" -Sia
