Reed has stayed up until about 10:30 for three nights in a row.
I might crawl into the drier with a bottle of rum and see how long I can still breathe.
There is some good news. I think I'm being published in a local magazine. More later when it's finalized.
I forgot to even mention that Jason's cell phone was stolen at his work a few weeks ago- we've since ordered him a new phone, and tonight someone CALLED HIS PHONE asking for a person who works with him. I think I may have hyperventilated until I can no longer clearly make a point, but the point here is that now Jason thinks he knows who took the phone. Now we can at least try and get that person to pay for the $30 in downloads and the $80 in new phone.
There is more good news, but I think it's better not to go blabbing about it here, at least for the time being. It just feels good to feel some hope tingling down there somewhere.
WOW, that sounded dirty. I meant "down there" in my stomach, you PERVERTS! Gah!