...in my head. Ray Charles' I Got A Woman which has been there, on and off, for about five months now. It's good.
Fabulous evening with Juggler, I'm home and tired now. Tomorrow will be a massively exhausting day, so I should get to bed.
Meg and Patti have inspired me to write up my prescription for a drama-free life, but I'm too tired. Oh, well. Part of it is not talking about drama, anyhow.
This weekend I'm going on a trip by myself to visit someone I'm not sleeping with. This happened last year too. Weird. I'm almost, like, non-co-dependent and stuff.
Okay, that's enough of that tone of voice out of me. Why do I get all dry and self-depricating-ironic when I'm certain brands of happy? Bah.
Night all, love ya.
