honeydunce

Turns out they didn’t need me to work at the BBT tonight after all; someone else claimed the shift a couple weeks ago. Instead I enjoyed the sweet taste of free pierogies and rum. And now I’m at home again. 

There is a show tonight, but my brain body and heart all say to stay home. So I think I will do that. Probably not in my best interest to go. Bummer on not working, but at least I’ll get more than 3 hours of sleep tonight. Hopefully.

Time to write. Time to sink into words and backwards sentence structure until I can’t see straight. It is what makes sense.