
Some cooperation would be nice.
If transcribing a life of a lost loved one onto paper isn’t a crappy enough occasion, let’s send in three days of squinty white winter skies to push the nut right on over the edge.
Seriously.
I’m hanging onto this crumbly little ledge of sanity with my teeth…
And the bicuspids are failing, baby.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, of the Must-Have-Sun Mind