I had a weird ass dream last night that took me back to a house that we lived in when we were kids. It’s the house we moved to after my parents officially divorced. My dad went off to live with his girlfriend and my mom moved us in with her boyfriend. It was a
I found $20 in the dryer today. Well, no so much found since I knew it was in there. Kinda. I accidently washed my pants with a bunch of money in them and the $20 was the one bill I couldn’t find when I half-assed looked for it. Then I forgot it was there. Then
I guess it’s a staycation? I don’t know how these things work. The long of the short of it is this: I’m stepping away from life for the next week. I have taken the week off from all jobs and responsibilities. No serving, no touring, no blogging: nothing. This is either going to be the
I blame every inspirational poster ever created for the following blog post… So the other night, in the midst of several stress dreams about work, I had one that gave me pause. First and foremost can we please discuss how horrible stress dreams about work are? First off- one dream I had just last night
Somewhere With Regret 