So tired.

Another fire? Yes, please.

Grateful for these moments.

I can’t read her, but I also can’t read myself at this moment.

I really need to work on my poker face.

He says that the move is scheduled for next Wednesday. I tell him I’m in no rush, but he says that it’s already on his calendar. The beginning of the end.

It's already time for another break.

A little bit of laughter goes a long way. I’m glad I somehow managed to lose my anger.

She says it’s not them but the people around them.

Is is possible to be afraid of winning?