Nor am I a Monday person. But I always feel better after tearing apart someone else's carefully constructed documents. Particularly when they come from the marketing guys that the boss is so fond of.

Textual continuity and photoshop, guys. Come on.

and please don't tell me that I'm dreaming when all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you

So, apparently all I need is a lobotomy and a decent girl.

Fortunately, my spambox assures me that 'hot nights of love' are on the way. No grandiose promises of free brain surgeries, though.

because these words were never easier for me to say or her to second-guess

I need to start sketching again...