I'm going to a wedding in Windsor on Friday and getting back Sunday night.
I haven't been home earlier than one in the morning all week and haven't gone to sleep before three. I'm sleepy. My dad said I'm burning the candle at both ends. I don't weld things to other things.
I saw Mullholand Drive yesterday. I need to see it again. Maybe I'll figure it out.
Clarke has my keys. I left them in his car. I need them back. Clarke has dropped off the face of the Earth.
I didn't fall asleep driving home last night. For the first night in a row.