1:22p.m.: Chicago is literally texting me about a shit he’s taking. That’s it. I’m done.
10:41p.m.: Snapchatting with Bowling Green. Why does he have to be so damn cute?
12:02a.m.: My mom loses one of the dogs. She starts yelling her name in the backyard in the rain.
12:10a.m.: I find her in the living room.