renegadefuzz

so here I am.

It's 4ish am, and I'm happier than a pig in slop. I'm tired, I'm sore, I worked late, I didn't get to hang out with my girls tonight and get buzzed, my feet hurt, I need to do laundry, and all I can do is sit here and be happy.

"Why?" You may ask...

I got an email.