If I were going to tell a story tonight, it would start out, "I have this friend, see," but I'm not really in the mood for stories. Also, I'm not sure who reads this on a regular basis and I don't want make a big deal out of nothing or to hurt anyone's feelings, even though my feelings right now are just the tiniest bit bruised. Maybe not even bruised. Just a little tender.
So instead of storytelling tonight, I drank some wine, pretended I wasn't angry, and wrapped Christmas presents. And I'm just not sure that's a good combination.
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