Paying for it
Today I appear to be paying for my happiness of yesterday. I'm exhausted (couldn't sleep), sore (god knows why) and my eyes are heavy.
It's gray again today.
Perhaps it would help if I listened to bouncy music and took a nice hot shower, but all I want to do is curl up and listen to plaintive ballads about gray skies and missing homes. (I'm looking at you Steven Twigger.)
It's gray again today.
Perhaps it would help if I listened to bouncy music and took a nice hot shower, but all I want to do is curl up and listen to plaintive ballads about gray skies and missing homes. (I'm looking at you Steven Twigger.)