It's 3am. This evening was cozy time at home with tv, FaceTime, cleaning, packing, and hot tea. Now I can't turn my brain off so I've been doing random things like taking out the trash and hand washing some intimates.
When I was 15 I used to imagine my Saturday nights at the age of 40 as magical, sparkly, wondrous events full of fuckery and hysterics.
And they are.
