Thursday nights nightmare is still making its presence felt. I am not amused.
It’s about bloody time! See Rant the Fourth
This has happened a few times this week.
I had a moment of clarity at six am this morning. I wrote well, with the words flowing from my fingers like water from a spring.
I’ve been stuck in a funk ever since.
My partner has been amazing this week. I’ve blabbed about it all over the place. But I know he’s as fallible and fault filled as anyone else, and I wanted to admit that.
There’s always a positive to any situation. This is my way of finding them.
Like those times when for good or bad reasons you find yourself sleeping alone….
Anything written under the influence of alcohol will be completely incomprehensible, and beyond the salvage of a pair of sober eyes.