It’s 3:15…

And I’m up, coloring my hair. Can’t sleep. I’m hurting and grouchy. A whiskey, or ten, would be nice. Whatever.

I like staying up late. When Exish is here, it’s the only real privacy I have. I need my space…to think…to just chill. Exish is going to work in Wyoming at the end of the month. I guess I’ll have plenty of time alone then. I’ll miss him, though. We’ve been getting along pretty well lately. Lots of honest discussion about our marital status. Difficult discussions, but necessary.

Anyway…time to rinse my hair. Yeah! Midnight Makeover!

10 thoughts on “It’s 3:15…

      1. I’m not sure. I have chronic pain and a chronic drama issue.
        I love Manic Panic lipstick. Misplaced all of my good makeup. I had the black/red, but I’m sure it’s melted into a nasty little puddle in my case, wherever it may be. But that is my all-time favorite red lipstick.
        My life is just all…whatever….since the move. You know how it goes.

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      2. I have been reading. I saw the post on medical marijuana and was concerned but I did not want to pry. I am sorry to hear about all that stuff. It is such a mess to deal with the physical and emotional pain together. I don’t know how you do it. That is some strength you have going for you.


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