Operator Please

I am cold and my throat is so sore it brought me to tears and my endo is so bad that I've taken strong drugs but I'm SO EXCITED because I'm having a friend over to stay. It's like being in primary school except there are mixers and vodka and imported rum. And cheese. And plans to go to this.

I've been feeling manic under the full moon. Thinking of things and dreaming of things that are as ephemeral as soda bubbles. Little bits of soul effervescing under the surface. But today I have pretty, fun things to look forward to, and the virtuous soreness of a thorough gym work out burning at my abdomen and glutes, so a weekend of decadence is exactly what I need.