Friday, February 5, 2010

I'll take a side of guilt with my poached Layla

Along with a big shot of stressed the fuck out.

I'm there.  Right there on the edge.  See me waving?  That's me waving to you from the edge.

Layla is feeling fine.  We'll find out tonight about the skin graft, but I'm at that point.  The point where you're still trying to hold your shit together, but feel the impending breakdown breathing down your neck. 

Must make it through today.

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