Just once, I want to wake up in a different city, hung over, married, and feeling like a bad country song. Life is short, brutal, and something crazy and romantic like that would be fun. Except for the paperwork. Yeah, I don’t see it happening so I will just have to write the story or keep it in my overactive imagination. Damn.
I feel a little hyper now, so alcohol is not an option- anything but wine or beer just sends me over the edge into uninhibited manic rush, and that won’t help. Heading to the gym now for the practical pain that will actually make a positive difference. Oh the holiday cookies, lol.
Love to all
Love Don’t Die- The Fray
Thunder Clatter- Wild Cub