Could anyone tell me how to wring logic out of everything?
My senses are in a coma. All I’m left with are a half-awake brain and drooping eyelids — no matter that I’ve slept half the afternoon away.
I’m wondering where everybody else had gone and how I can get away from all this myself.
Gawd. I could use some tequila right now. And it’s not even four pm.
So, tell me how the middle of the week had been for you.