I am watching you sleep, William, and listening to 'tropical storm hanna' blow outside my window. I have a headache and a terrible craving for fluids and breakfast, but the way you just raised one eyebrow in your sleep has convinced me not to wake you up just yet. I am trying not to be a bad girlfriend, and not to be a Stephanie, but lately both have been creeping into my thoughts and actions. I do not like it, but exhaustion and everclear like me even less. Tropical Storm Hanna is outside my window, and Hurricane Stephanie is thirty miles to the north. I am glad that I do not have to deal with them both this weekend.