...I can take you away from here...

...and all you wanted was somebody who cares...

...gods, but I'm tired.

Dizzy, too.

It's been a decent day - parts of it incredibly good, parts of it just Too Damned Hot, parts of it fairly boring, parts of it just... there... and a lot of it involved a Caleb and snugglings therewith, and so I am content.

Custom, "Hey Mister".

Loud and long and free. Yeah.

Look, tomorrow Caleb leaves, Monday I go in for a sigmoidoscopy - don't ask if you don't know, you don't WANT to know, believe me - and for now I'm a bit tipsy, a bit dizzy, a bit wonked out on nasal spray, and just a tiny bit depressed.

But.

But overall, it's ok, for a very few simple reasons.

1) my boys.

2) a piece of cheap jewelry, for all of them.

3) music that won't quit.

4) the tickle is gone.

5) I did NOT fuck Joe.

6) Hummingbird and golden syrup voices...

...yeah. Content. And I have faith in humanity again.

Or at least, in one particular human.

I am, despite all my good intentions otherwise, impressed.