Tired. 48 hours out. Covered in sand fly bites. They are the freaking worst. I'm very tired. Of everything. I just want to go to Germany and cozy up with my girl. You know, the bottle.
"Your shoes hurt my ass."
I get it. Let me up, quit rubbing my nose in it. The past that is. It's been an odd week, and an even stranger month. I had a whole giant post to write last night/this morning as I laid in bed not sleeping. But then around 0200 I eventually fell asleep and forgot most of it by the time I woke up at 0400. So...oh well.
"There's no use saying sorry, so I'm trying not to speak."
Off to try and call my kids and my Mama.
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