Ugh

More Ricksomnia, but not the good kind.  It's nearly 2 a.m. and I'm up drinking coffee and listening to Rick. And crying.  I'm crying for a lot of reasons, but one of them is because Rick isn't here anymore, not physically, anyway.  I sure hope he's around somewhere, in some form.  He is loved and missed by so many.

Dammit, Rick.  We want you back again.   You goofy, kind, sexy, sweet, handsome, talented man.  Rest well, you sweet, sweet angel.  You deserve it.

If I only had a time machine...