When I am tired, I get irritatingly depressive. I've been tired since Saturday night, so I'm highly irritated with myself at the moment. The only semi-bright spot is the expectation of a call tomorrow night.

"You are so smitten, Liv."

"No, I'm completely infatuated, Matty. I'm terribly impressed by him, you know."

Little does Matty know how rare that is.