it's my pity party and i'll force myself to cry if i want to. . .. . . or something like that.
To Do List:
1. Get lightheaded inhaling bleach whilst scrubbing the bathroom.
a.) Rue the gods that made Ninth Avenue just before the Lincoln Tunnel the dustiest place on earth.
2. Sing "Sophisticated Lady" 27 times in a row and force onesself to cry.
3. Contemplate having just one little cocktail whilst on antibiotics.
4. Rue. Rinse. Repeat.