Why is it that sometimes all I want to do is curl up with a good book. But usually when I can't. But when the perfect curl-up-with-a-good-book moment presents itself I feel restless and confined in my house. Is it the book? The house? The fact that I only slept four (interrupted) hours last night? The book, I can remedy. The house...well, I can go to a coffee shop or something. As for sleep, can't go back in time.
Just ramblin'
2 comments:
You sweet sweet girl! How I miss you and wish you were here. I would curl up and watch a movie with you and we could drink coffee and do girl stuff. I miss my Amanda!
I miss you too Erin!
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