He's brilliant. It is my favorite thing about a man, his brain, and I'm glad he doesn't understand how much I love him. Or I hope he doesn't. Because then he already knows that physically he is a greek god which I shouldn't talk about stuff like that.
I hope I'm cool which means I'm probably not which I'm 50 and can be crazy like that. Work. Shame. Work. Shame. Work.
Today I am grateful for an office, t-shirts in the back of my car, a call to make and a video to do.
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