Spring Fever. Eh hem. Sniffle sniffle. Cough cough. Can't make it to work.

Bags packed? Check. Toothbrush? Check. House clean? Check. Work covered? Check. Stories covered? Check.
Kitty fed? Check. ... One might say nothings missing?

Pain. Can't get enough. Pain. I like it rough. Pain without any love. Cause I rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Hmmmn. Song of our times. Artist unknown.
Me i still prefer johnny m
Now... With a turn of a dial, the song changes. Where is my john wayne? Where is my prairie song. Where is my happy ending? Where have all the cowboys gone?
Okay? Hmmm? Dial continues to turn,
My kitty and i remain un-impressed.
Good night my little and seemingly vast universe. May your music be better than mine this evening.

Eh? No smoking unless medically permitted. Maybe NM is on to something.

When you have all the facts. Nothing is missing and you remain unjaded.

After being chastised by a good friend, and confroted by my less than assertive fairy tail ex boyfriend, and after the cinematic viewing of Super Size Me -Change of life here I come.