helluva week. it's over. i'm still standing granted my knees are a little shot and i'm suffering from plantar fasciitis...
and i'm looking for the sky to save me, looking for a sign of life...
foo fighters.
i want to say stay saturday. hang out for more than 24. let me get used to your wonderful folds, settle into your warmth.
it's 12:06am. i've got to get to bed. i'll miss the baby crawling, but i'll run with the wobbly toddler, throw water balloons with devious teenager, settle back down with the little old man...
:-)