In My Head

What’s left to do or so or see? What’s the use? I can’t take it with me.

Yay! It’s the weekend…. tomorrow.

That point when you’ve been up since 4am because the cat made a noise like someone jumpstarted an accordion and you really don’t want to clean puke out of the carpet but it’s a false alarm and you try to go back to sleep but your mind says “hey, so you remember ….?”