I'm still knuckling down, trying to finish a piece of writing I need to do - before I start a whole new (and vastly more fun) project.
I'm S T R E S S E D O U T , my guts are giving me problems (probably because of the stress), and one of my best friends is worried about her sick cat. (I'm a sucker for a sad cat/child/disadvantaged person stories!)
I think, feel, and care way too much for my own good.
Thank god for booze, art, Lorazepam, hot men, and ---
small cute children who ran around the market today in similarly bright and flashing shoes as mine!