I’m trying to prove if whatever doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. I haven’t succeeded yet.

Note to readers: No, that doesn’t actually mean I’m here drinking or taking various substances, although I did have a wonderful sangria last week in D.C… It means, rather, that I’m here all lonely and alone on a restless Friday night, waiting for a certain warm and fuzzy someone to arrive by train.

It does get cold in the winter.
I need a hug!