I get bad brain days where no matter how I push upbeat, positive thoughts, reality keeps punching me out, but I will keep fighting my demons. When he is around the tougher it is to fight, so today I’m cleaning across the street, and tonight I will road trip with a friend.

A side promise to myself, I will NOT delete my shit…my muse is too important, he’s the inspiration that brings light to my night.

I’m reminded of Mercutio’s rant on dreams:

Ok so I’m not that DRAMA, am I?

LOL:)