I don't know why I stay up so late on the weekends. Well, I do know why, but that's really none of your business, if you're not Wade or B. Or the object of my affection (Hi, Baby!).
So on nights like tonight, when I'm so tired that I can't formulate a complete sentence, when answering the phone feels Sisyphean (sweet Christ, readers, I can't believe I remembered that word! And used it correctly!), when having a conversation feels like a chore, when my first reaction to anyone not immediately agreeing with me is to take a sledgehammer to the phone, I indulge myself in musical therapy. To wit:
Britney Spears - Everytime
Concrete Blonde - Can Make Me Cry
Lionel Richie - Hello
Yeah. Overwhelmed, scared, feeling small and ineffectual, sentimental, dangerous me.
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