"Not now sweetie, daddy has a hangover."
"Daddy, what's a hangover?"
"It's when the jackbooted thugs that live in daddy's brain come out and stomp on his head to remind him not to drink so much wine at dinner."

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Dreams last night of an old high-school crush, of wanting and being wanted. My brain truly knows how to fuck with me.

Patience. Easy to say, hard to do.