I want to paint. Feel the brushstrokes, wipe paint off and feel its coolness between my fingers. Turn a blank canvas into something. Get some artistic energy out.
I want a boyfriend for a few days. Someone to help me say good-bye to the city. Someone.
I want to stay, but I want to go. I want to work, but I want to rest.
The bright lights.
Forgive me. I need a little cheering up. Anderson and James Carville just aren't doing it for me tonight. A hurricane. Hopefully, the bosses will play their cards right and not screw this one up.
I think I need to go to sleep. Just to get the night over with.