I want to call Mike and wake his ass up RIGHT NOW even though he has a migraine and went to bed hours ago just so that I can drag him to Holy Land with me so I can take pictures. In the dark. With meth addicts and crackheads and alcoholics.
It’s a good thing I blogged this first; I don’t think things through very well.
Yeah I have that issue too. Sometimes I wish their was a time delay on things I could say.
Yeah, a mandatory, “think about how dumb this is going to sound” moment or something. Half the time Mike just looks at me and shakes his head.