I took the extra weekend work from Miller — three whole projects, no less — just to avoid a slightly awkward five-minute chat about my workload. *Mierda*, I know it sounds stupid, but the thought of that brief disappointment in his eyes… I just couldn’t face it. Is that weird? To trade your whole damn weekend for a fleeting moment of avoiding someone’s mild displeasure? Guess the old drill sergeant hammered out any notion of "no" from my system, ha. Maybe it’s easier to just say yes, even when it feels like I’m constantly saying yes to things I don’t want… like this whole life, maybe.