A no hot-water turns Friday hotel frivolity into “****-it” fortune and we just wanna’ go home
Burned toast with hard margarine, returns of peanut butter and honey makes most of morning’s breakfast plugged sewers back toilets up non-serviceable the bus is late, and the garage band sound-track is far too loud conversation is inaudible, speed detrimental spirit now dented
Stressors of first steps toward tomorrow’s last long look at love lost bright financial future seeming more like rainy Sunday afternoons
I needed a giggle more than ever from you dear friend, a simple text proved enough to lighten the load, broaden the smile put it all into perspective while looking forward to our one day together.
One of those days that starts out like crap - and we look at it in perspective and MUST make the most of the day we're left with. Play the hand we're dealt so to speak. One kind word or a good giggle from a friend can turn perception into reality.