Always have a back-up plan. My Plan B was to sit here and drink and wash down Xanax until I can't write anymore. Then I'll go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll drag my ass into work and collect some OT.
As stated, this is Plan B.
Plan A was a hunchbackrub from Esmeralda, followed by a free weekend (no bands this weekend at the station) of reciprocal rubbing.
She needs some time to figure out what she is going to do about her current boy. Ok. I knew that.
But suddenly , I've gone from being fed grapes in a garden to becoming Plan C.
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Don't you just hate that?
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