My sister tells me I'm too stressed out. She's right. I have too much rattling around in this pea-sized (ok, ok, rather large) head of mine. So . . . Project De-Stress the Mugwatch is now in action.
I will be:
- easing the eff up on myself
Yeah . . . that's the only bullet. Coming up with more will stress me out. And, well, that's just not part of the plan.
I'm not sure there's enough alcohol in Manhattan for this plan.
1 comment:
and that, dear, is why the lord created brooklyn. c'mon in, the gin's cold.
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