Deep Dark Deep Dark

Under the cover of a horror-story moon and patches of never-ending rain, Gina and I have finally made it back to Blacksburg. This weekend has felt like a week road trip squeezed into two days and three nights. I will say for right now that it was good seeing everybody that we saw, and that I'm really tired. So I think I'll go to bed. Sorry for keeping you out late, Gina! :-o

Weekends never end sometimes. Sometimes feelings don't, either. Or screwing up. That's one of my own deep thoughts.

EDIT: If you note the time this was posted, you'll realize that I should probably never post while I'm on the verge of going to sleep. The writing quality just gets worse and worse as it goes along... man, I hate dreary Mondays.