The Bloody Doors Off

The song was on the radio earlier and it was like I’d heard it for the first time. Strange how things like that happen.

I took a sick day today. Was far too stressed out last night and it was making me sick. So an ounce of prevention means Paul doesn’t go bat-shit cray-cray.

There are days I look at myself with incredulity. How did I change so much in the past two years? Where have all (the) cowboys gone, so to speak?

And yet. There’s always an ‘and yet’. My social life is soaring. Okay, if you call meeting women online and setting up for coffee dates, while still occasionally seeing L soaring (we’re both too casual and we’re fine with our arrangement). Right now I’m chatting with two people, one offered her number to call rather than text (so I’m calling later tonight), and I’m meeting someone for coffee on Monday.

Yeah, that’s one cowboy who stuck around.

And maybe. You’re gonna be the one who saves me.

If I could bottle that guy and use him the other 90% of my day.