The M in KLM

I should be sleeping right this very second.

Before I started writing, I was getting a ride from the M in KLM.

Before I got a ride, she and I snugged on the floor of her empty apartment, imitating sleep for all of 2 hours.

Before imitating sleep, KLM was in full effect- dinner at Farmer Brown, drinks at Whisky Thieves, and more drinks at Amber.

Before KLM, The M in KLM and I packed her apartment into a truck.

Before we packed the truck, we had to figure out where 7th crosses Cesar Chavez (it doesn't)

Before figuring that out, The M in KLM packed while I drank wine and provided moral support.

The M in KLM is on the road right now, and she's a little apprehensive about dropping everything and moving back to Seattle.

And by apprehensive, I mean scared witless.

She has every right to be scared by making such a major change in her life, but then again, this is Miranda.

And by Miranda, I mean awesome.

I love you, too- coin slot and all

...and by love, I mean doggy