What comes first : the chicken or the egg?
Oldest question in the book. But is my stagnant, roiling vibe causing things to be strained downstairs, or am I stagnant and roiling because things are strained downstairs?
It's probably somewhere in the middle.
Whatever the case may be, I'm tired. I want to tell you about the lovely 45 minute talk BA and I had in the Starbucks parking lot, and how good I felt after spending the afternoon getting glammed and pampered at my salon (though I wish I'd had a gig, to show off my fab hair) but I am just spent.
So I will go lay down, and dream that tomorrow will be better.
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