I stop in front of my house and just watch. I"m dead and I want to pass out. But the best thing would be if Demona were waiting inside, with a red rope in her tiny hand. My mouth is running to my ears, and I get out of the car.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow...
10th of August 2019.
05:15
My eyes are just popping open. I look at my phone and sigh. Not true. They never sleep. I get up and head to the kitchen. I take the juice out of the fridge. I have to go in early today. Yesterday I only reviewed half the material Roger brought, and Rumina is dancing on my nerves with her auditions. I made my own trouble, I know, but I had no better idea. At least six more hours of going through every piece of crap paper Roger"s got. It"ll be great. After tomorrow, meeting in Washington...
I"m drinking the juice
