Did you ever have one of those days where you just don't want to play anymore?
I think I am at that point today.
It's only 2:45 p.m. and I would offer up my much-adored leopard print scarf that is ever so jauntily tied around my neck to the gods that would allow me to go home and crawl under the covers again.
I'm not saying that I would spend the rest of the day sleeping said day away, no, no, no!
I would like to go home and be under those covers with my curtains wide open letting in the deliciously brilliant sun and read. Just read allllll day, catch up with Dorothy Parker (which I am still trudging my way through) and feed my soul a little. Maybe even be so bold as to catch up my journal and write a few haiku about the sun.
I smell a necessary play day off, sooner than later!
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