My Face is a Deadline and Other Nonsensical Musings of the Day
It’s sad
that it’s 8:30pm and I feel like it’s time to climb into bed and burrow under
the covers until morning. The thought is tempting, but I know there’s other
things I need to be doing, so here I am….blogging in a groggy haze.
So Angelica
had some strange words for me tonight
I’m not
entirely sure what that means, but it sounds bad. I tried Googling it, but came up with nothing
that my tired brain could make a joke out of. Any ideas?