But too tired to cook coq au vin for tomorrow, my birthday.

I just want to go to bed or eat a huge delicious meal of some sort.

I am so dead and kind of extremely tired.

I was edna st vincent millay last. I will be 15th next.

At some point there is a boring marriage but I am fucking far from the therapits billioniare life who marries my mother and raises three children on top of knowing the war.

Though I am sweet, I am truly not of great capacity. Yet.

I am just a youthful mystic thank goodness. Still not able to live a saviour life of her own family. But we know this will happen and this is when clau clau will see me next.

If ever I must be a cop male with brian, i hope we have children.