Andrew: So... what's your poison?
Andrew: Vodka? When do you drink vodka.
Andrew: How much?
'Tis is especially dedicated to My Sweetness. →
5:45 a.m. While putting my clothes on, my two year-old nephew said, ”no school!” with a finger going left and right like a windshield wiper. Because he didn’t want me to go; it was only yesterday that I got the chance to go home, since January 4. 6:05 a.m. My dad and my nephew dropped me off at the terminal. Exchanging our temporary good-byes. 10:31 p.m. That’s the time...