What happens in the dark of the night…

I’m feeling empty. No, not empty, but too full - overflowing. Confused. Confused, or just overwhelmed? I think I’m proving my confusion with every new word I write. All I want is someone to come up to me and sit me down, tell me they love me, and then just hold me for a while. Okay, I’ll stop being so vague. You all know that it’s Rick I want.

Weird

I just realized that I’ll be able to vote this Tuesday, and Davey won’t. Freaky.