The Construction Worker is laying in my bed, puking and trying to calm a hangover. He's a hot mess, which makes this the first time I feel somewhat in control. Which makes it sound maniacal in this twisted way.
Alas, it's what it is. I should just keep quiet, he's conscience but drunk. This I have never experienced with someone I'm dating. It's all new, the entire thing is new. Oh so much to take in this. Wifely duty.
Like an Iguana at the end of its rope, so are the days of my life...
My heart is cold-blooded
- E.Iguana
- Blogs are just outlet for my eccentricities and logs of my fall into obscurity. At least once a week I feel introspective and attempt to write about it. I often fail. I also like musical theater.
I read to live in other people's minds...
- Eat Your Jelly Beans
- Everything I Know I Learned from Musicals
- He Sang of Sanguine
- He Who Laughs
- Hunter and Gatherers
- Jeff Hiller
- Josh & Josh are Rich and Famous
- Life @ 28
- Man in Chair: Musing of a Life Long Theatre Geek
- Marx The Spot
- Obsessed With Broadway
- One Hand on My Joystick
- Ranting Details
- Shelf Support
- Simply Broadway — An Actor's Blog
- The Gospel According to Marc
- The Lunar Gemini
- The Playgoer
- The Search for Love in Manhattan
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