"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."
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.