They're gone...

...and I miss them already. Technically they don't get on the plane until tomorrow morning, but I just got back a few hours ago from driving them to my parents' house (about an hour north of here, and much closer to the airport), and already I feel like poop.

I swear, I would completely fall apart if anything ever happened to them.

Geez, it's midnight. Gotta' go learn' the young-unz' in a few hours. Maybe sleep will help.

007, I'll see you at 4 PM sharp.