Christmas in July??
Anyone else care to explain why I would be be strolling around downtown on my lunch break, in my most painful shoes, with a cheesy grin on my face while listening to Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas on my ipod?
I have another theory, perhaps happiness? Oh! I remember this…yes, life IS good. Divorce suits me it seems, and don’t think for a second I’m giving Paxil all the credit either, maybe a high five at best.
Over the weekend I started reading The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, and wow is all I’m saying.
Bye now, gotta go sing in the rain.
Bookie tra la la