LAST NIGHT WAS the first night of my new life–pretty damn scary. I’m broke, not sure what I’m gonna do, but I’m writing again, I can breathe for the first time in along time, I’m sad and lonely but surprisingly, okay.
Well, mostly okay.
Bodhi the Wonderdog was freaked out and worried because I was crying and he started sucking the motel blankets in between kissing my tears away, and Marlowe the Adopt-o-Kitty kept skulking around the room in between making biscuits on me and fighting with Bodhi over boob-space, and knocking random things off the shelves, and then deliberately hooked the rim of a big glass of water over soaking the only set of clothes I have with me and soaked EVERYTHING (bra, panties,etc)–he’s talented that way though I try not to encourage him, and it was 28-degrees and I could not bring myself to put wet clothes and leave the motel soaking wet, so I did the only thing I could do.
Put on my coat and went to Wal-Mart. Naked.
My Mother would be so proud.
So how’s Christmas in your neck of the woods?