The wine is still good. I put saran wrap over the top; I threw the cork away. Apparently last night I decided that I was going to drink the whole thing. When I woke up this morning I felt like I had. Sleeping in the clothes you wore for about nine hours at work makes you feel worse than you actually do.
I am a functioning power outage. I am full of misplaced rage. I melt for a smile. I get lost in this pair of eyes.
I recognize the quiet before the storm. Things are going to get rough around these parts. I've been working making sure everything is secure. Not so much boarding up windows, or selling things to move across the country, but definitely putting up caution signs and warnings for curvy roads, falling rocks and flash floods.
The wine and the heat in my room are making me sweat...
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Monday, June 14, 2010
O is for Outage...
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Waking up in the same clothes really sucks. I can relate a lot to this post, except that I have lost my cautiousness and don't really care anymore. I've really just lost hope. So i just expect the worst and go with it.
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