One of the many reasons I love Hugh is his ability to find the exact words I need when I have none left to use.
This is all I’ve got: I’m angry. Irate even. Roar.
I’m going to go soak in my tub and hope the negativity unlocks itself and flows outward and away from my body through excessively pruned fingertips.
[Jam of the Day]: Camera Obscura, False Contender