Dumb as I am, I obliged, entirely unprepared for the inevitable enlightenment that would befall me, nor the subsequent fallout it would cause between the two of us. Anyway, I'm sitting there listening to the absolute garbage that is Beyoncé's version, practically seething and
T“he explanation clings to the tip of his tongue. Isaac just can’t bite it off. It weeds into Isaac’s head just fine though.II just...I dunno.”
t’s enough to make Isaac’s irritation wilt.
The pattern is always the same: I decide that I’m going to start sleeping early, follow it properly for a few days, feel like I’ve finally built the habit… and then one late night turns into two, and suddenly I’m back to my old routine.