Oh. Okay. Okay. It might be one of those kinds of headaches. I have to look at the feeds anyway with John. I can talk to you through the journals if you can't sleep.

I don't think there's anything wrong with wishing that it would stop. I wish that it would. I don't like to know that you're hurting even if it means you're remembering those you lost.

I don't like knowing that you're hurting right now and not being able to see you.