Preparation is like gas;

it expands, to fill the space allotted.

I'm the pedant, honey. Wish I was less.
All the protective outer layers in the world come to nothing if I dive into my emotional pool.
Which is why I dont. Dont want to drown.

The dinner date was good and call it too much red wine - enough to kill a horse - I spent most of my time thinking about nothing :)

Of late, tact has been one of my weaker suits; I almost talk like a man. But also, thankfully, I have no righteous indignation to be vocal. And hence,
"Do you have anything to say?" (I said) is about as kind and nice as it got, tonight.


Barracks - Dempsey

Call it youthful exuberance, call it silly indulgence. I had too much red.
I just want to go to bed. Tired and half sloshed.
My favourite.