Last night as I shut down my computer at 1am, the stupid Windows shut-down chime woke Bryan up (because, hallelujah, my FANTASTIC husband bought me a laptop so I can feed my writing addiction while laying in bed watching Carlos Mencia on Comedy Central).
He rolled over, concerned, and said, “Have you been up this whole time?”
“Pretty much,” I said.
“Dork.”
“Totally.”
Then we both dropped off to sleep.