It’s Sunday, 2AM (almost,) and I’m drunk (not really anymore,) and I love you.
Okay, it’s Sunday, and I love you.
http://www.explodingdog.com/marchapril/itssunday.html

Shit. I can’t even get that right. Oh well. I’m going to be slightly busy today. Gonna buy a bed. A futon. Gotta clean my room.