You win, you heartless bastards. I must sleep. A full day – lots of it awesome. Tomorrow, on the one hand, won’t be as bad as I thought, but, on the other hand, more commas, and yet more commas, amazingly, just so I can write a really long run-on sentence. In my head it sounds like Christopher Walken. Where was I? Oh yes, desperate for sleep.
G’night. Go hug somebody.