This has been my week. My brain is a-fuzz, and I cannot concentrate. On practically anything, aside from my cocktails and my gym schedule to combat the numerous cocktails. I could tell you the underlying issues, but this is not my private journal. It is my public one.
Let me put it this way: on the way to work, “Just the two of us” by Will Smith played on my XM radio, and I started to cry. No, I’m not pregnant, but it still felt relevant.