Ok, no one is calling me.
But it’s actually 2am.
And there are ghetto birds (police choppers) flying nearby and setting off car alarms.
Left the office around 12:30; stayed late to finish up some homework due tomorrow.
Have a 7:45 appointment in the morning.
No ability to write coherently anymore.
*Lyrics from the first line of Anna Nalick’s – Breathe (2am)