Dense

I could have sworn I had published this…

Dear Week,

You have been hellishly busy. It’s Sunday night. I haven’t had a night to myself since perhaps the Friday before last. I’ve accrued a one-week sleep debt comparable to my college days. My eyes are puffy. My odometer hates me. My bank account is a raging joke.

For some reason, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

-hank.