I wasn't sure I was going to bed, I just left
after you didn't come on.
I am heading to bed now though. I was still awake at 6am, and every time I lay on my right arm, it killed me, and woke me up. I don't know what's up.
It was a whopper Jr. Not really a meal, and no onions, or ketchup and mustard, or pickles.
I know I should be grateful, but I'm not. I'm an afterthought.
Sounds like you got a lot done.
Good.
Okay, sleep tight, and sweet dreams, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Good morning, Claire, when you get up.