I want a beer SO bad
but can't because of the medicine.
I can't take the medicine
until I'm done driving for the day.
So, I put on my cashmere sweater
the same one I slept in at least the last two nights
not because it will take me to my happy place
but because it will keep me out of my homicidal place.
I'm hoping.
Friday, April 9, 2010
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