I had planned to do an entire post about my adventures in Portland.
Crazy shit happened. It was depressingly hilarious.
But I'm back in the life of the living dead.
I crashed into my pool of unhappiness last night. I'm simply not in the mood to entertain you with my wit. And I'm not going to bore you with my problems, because I don't want to be an emotional slut.
Besides, most of you know the challenges I'm facing right now, anyway.
So I'm going to spend today gathering my thoughts and I'll try to capture my negative emotions into a bottle. Perhaps like lightning bugs they will eventually die overnight. (They won't, but it was a nice sentiment, right?).
In the meantime, please allow my future husband, Morrissey, to feed your mind with love.