Two Men On The Mind, But Zero Solutions. Break-Ups For The Win.

Day 134 of The Andie Chronicles

The prospect of spending ten hours at work, an hour and a half commuting, an hour of cooking dinner, and another four hours of working was untenable.

But I did it. And as soon as I told James I was going to bed I felt this undeniable surge to hustle.

Another day in Douglas’s office, playing nice, pretending as if I agreed with the absurdity unfolding betw…