Breakups suck, but sweating like a razorback hog at work for 20 hours a weekend is oddly
therapeutic. The lunch rush broke the whole damn bakery today and work related mania is just the thing to keep me out of my head. Which, if done for long enough, means I won't remember what I was so screwed up about in the first place.
Permit me to quote a kinda'-bluesy-bluegrass ode to breakups:
ReplyDeleteA year from now it'll be okay
A year from now I'll know what to say
Something that means more, I pray,
Than 'time will heal all wounds.'
-Blanche-
Aw. Thanks bud.
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