I suppose I knew it was time to add emotion back into my life & my body decided it should happen on my way up the hill from work. I could feel it building all day. Then finally they hit (thanks to Sweet Illusions)... tears & sobs & screams so lusty that only Mz Kazoo could create them echoed through my poor little Honda all the way home.

I don't think I can recall the last time I cried.

Yes I can ... but I'd rather not say...

but it was long ago.

I remembered how Grampaw used to make me splash cold water on my face when I had the blues bad enough to cry & so I spent twenty minutes hovering above the bathroom sink. Brushed my teeth. Visined my eyes. It helped a little & all I want is a triple shot of Jager & a pint of cool, cool Guinness & what does that say about me?

Nothing good I'm sure, but I know it'll do the trick.

I feel cleansed.

Alive.

Passionate.

Robbed.

:blowing my speakers: Ryan Adams & the Cardinals ~ Sweet Illusions
:feeding my head: The Best American Nonrequired Reading ~ Edited by Dave Eggers
:rotting my brain: Nightly News muffled by my vaccuuming sister

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