Alleluia (and ‘oly shit)
So, Easter. Made better with friends and made even-better than that with Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey whiskey.
So, day after Easter. NOT made better by sunburned eyelids and otherwise appearance of coming off a four-day crying jag.
This weekend, I realized I need a hobby. Other than working. Or thinking about what would make me happier at work. Or obsessing about the career track and all its various derailments. Or thinking about various relationships and all their various derailments.
Or thinking in general.
Zumba, anyone?
*shaking groove thing at desk*