remembering

Would it be wrong to spend the next week in blazed to all hell?

Morning, people. It’s Saturday. I’m sure you already knew that. Calendars aren’t that complicated. It’s Mal’s birthday. I think he’s turning 11. I know his arrival will eventually pop up on Facebook’s memories, and then I’ll know for certain. It’ll be a couple of weeks however. I’m fairly certain I set Facebook so it doesn’t…

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 ….?”