yesterday i asked the baristas to make all my venti drips with room for ativan.

i watched a student practically bleed out during spin class, and still try to keep time to tempo.

last night i took the chardonnay into the tub with me.

darlings pick me, dance me a gig, sing me a song, tell me your favorite color butterfly.

anything to forget yesterday’s wretchedness.

till then i’m investigating if they have wifi.

{i may need to be blogging somewhere anew}