I let myself do whatever I wanted. I didn’t have to water the plants. I didn’t have to clean the house. I didn’t even have to eat.
Instead I got drunk. Went swimming. Went shopping. Got more drunk. Stayed home. Watched romantic comedies. And cried myself to sleep with these big fat crocodile tears I’d only read about in mediocre novels.
These big fat crocodile tears were my company. Friends, too. My cat, as well. My sister, bless her soul.
It’s so funny…this time of the month. It’s funny this month…with the sun out. My soul is light but my heart is heavy.
And I’m a little bit hungover. I’m going to go meet my old boss for drinks after work, so, really, there’s no need to end the marathon.
Though I do need to get more whiskey. And make more banana bread for breakfast tomorrow.
I get to do whatever I want. Forever. And, that, my dears, is fantastic.