it's never too late, you're never too bad, never too old, never too sick to start from scratch and begin again.-choudhury
grey & foggy
I'm in a bit of a fog. Time and intentions are both slipping through my fingers, and my fight-or-flight response is off the charts. It's the warm weather, coupled with having some of my favorite singers in the building, that's fast-tracked the reptilian part of my brain to summer. And that sad, slow reptilian part is screaming "NO HARD QUESTIONS! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY THINGS TO DO? WHERE IS MY POOL BOY AND MY ADULT BEVERAGE???"
(Feisty little lizard, eh? Would give that Geico dude a run for his money, for sure.)
Yep. A sunny, warm day and a rock to bask on. And maybe a black and blue mojito. That's what I'm craving. Sadly, I'm not getting it any time soon. The trick is to not act like a total you-know-what until that sunny, mojito-filled day arrives.