You're on your honor, cause I'm a goner and you haven't even begun.

Which came first, the sad music or the sad mood?

I woke up this morning with an average mix of not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to get dressed and walk the dog, not wanting to go to work, peppered with appreciation for the two warm bodies in my bed (I'm talking about the dog, not a threesome) and even fleeting moments of gratitude for being alive and awake and having things available to me like coffee and pillows and food and boxers. Strange thoughts I know, but it's 7:30 am and I've just woken up, so bear with me.

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