Tyler and I both got home past 8pm today. It's 9:30 and I'm already in bed. Days like these feel like such a waste. What's the point of a day if we can't spend any of it together?
Tyler says, "I miss you at work. If you were there I would come visit you. We could eat lunch together...and brekkie!"
Only 373 more days until we're eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. On a beach.