Friday night, home alone…
Practicing coldplays “every teardrop is a water fall” to sing at practice on Sunday….my god that song is a lungful….lucky I have yoga lungs…..
Time for a solitary IPA to mark my Friday night pathos….its the worst night to be without a partner….I must be in the final stages of mourning my marriage…..keep crying on Fridays….I need an exorcism.
