Fuck It I'm 50

While the diagnosis from yesterday was great, I am feeling frustrated and sad today.

If I weren’t already in love, I would marry this man.

…don’t want to write. But oh well.

What a fucking irritating day.

What an odd, and perhaps normal day.

I promised my guest I would hurry up and write this so I could spend some time being a happy hostess.

Me, you, the world, the oil spill, the trickle down and the ripple effect.