I love how the fence boards all get a few shades darker when it rains.
I love mixing peas into pasta sauce.
I love how, last night, for the first time in a long time, I didn't feeling like getting hammered. So I didn't. I even tried, but my body simply wasn't going to have it, and I didn't feel like I needed it. I think I've allowed myself to run rampant long enough.
I feel a bit more steady, all things considered. Still hanging out in no-man's land, but better. It's the worst when I'm tired; all things are heavier when you're tired, especially emotionals.
It's a new week tomorrow, and maybe I'll feel like experiencing it instead of getting through it.
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