My car is hopefully fixed.
Cause I’m out of food and Lenore is hungry.
I’m eating noodles and tortilla chips with peanut butter – trying to figure out how a dark angel might manifest in cigarette ash – and the sun will soon be up. I’ve considered talking to my voodoo doll. It’s a quirky/fun sort of existence.
Torrie will be here in about an hour, to take me to my wayward vehicle.
You don’t have to get up early – if you don’t go to bed.