I guess I had been drinking, if you want to call it that.
Today's Monday, and that's the only concept of time that I have.
That being only acquired to yesterday being when True Blood aired.
Horrible episode by the way, even if it was on Cameron and Bird's large television.
So now I'm sitting here, waiting for my woman to come over.
I'm going to see what a shower will do for me (miracles I'm guessing).
Maybe go on a picnic and read, because she's the best reading partner I've ever found.
I can't wait to charge my phone. I also need to purchase stamps for my paper bag letter.
I liked when he fell asleep holding my hand that rested on his chest.
And never stopped touching my hip bone.
A little of my inspiration left town.
