Yet I continue to let my first world problems get me down.
My body has been yanking me rudely out of bed at obscene hours of late. Before sunrise. Before the action of the day. Before spectacles. The view is dark, quiet, blurry.
Oh! how I look forward to the light, the warmth, of spring. I miss that girl who is all sunshine and rainbows. I am hoping I will find her on the other side of the weekend. If I don’t I will hunt that bitch down and ply her with martinis until she returns.