when I turn the radio on, I start to believe it's all going to work out

I didn't want to get up this morning, leave the house or go to work. It's going to be a pretty sunny day. On the drive, I heard "Patience" and then "Paradise City." I can only assume that is a good sign from the radio gods. So here I am at work, sandy eyed and tired, with a pomegranate cherry juice and wearing one of my boyfriend's shirts because I didn't feel like driving home to just to get one.

just a few more days

I can't believe it is almost time for Phoenix Rising. I registered for this probably eight or nine months ago, and now I have to dig a suitcase out of my closet and oh dear god my bedroom is a mess and I still need to pick up my dress and paint my mask ack.