The Trouble with Strolling Down Memory Lane with a few glasses of Port courtesy of your ex boyfriend; is that it quickly leads into self pity lane. Where you tend to wallow for a few hours, troubling deaf heaven with your warm tears, singing along passionately to “Do Right woman” only to wake up in the morning with eyes like a raccoon and a headache of tsunami proportions, to then look out the window at the most beautiful sunshine, which makes all your gloomy self indulgence the night before seem even more silly.
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Odd, I had one of those moments yesterday (sans port and the ex...just the memories and the self pity). And I woke up this morning to a dark gray sky.
Bah humbug.
SE: At least the weather corporated!
Good reminder from the sun
Thank God for beautiful sunrises!
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