Beer. On a Tuesday.

Because life is short and it should be lived.


Normally, when a 'celebrity' dies I might be a little upset - but the death of Robin Williams has made me cry. A lot. Having dealt with depression myself (won the battle, still at war) I can imagine what he must have felt. I can actually imagine and understand why he did what he did.

That makes me both scared and sad.

So, when my 'date' for the afternoon cancelled because her pup got sick, and the Beloved offered to take her place I embraced it. And felt better because of it. Sometimes you just have to not think and be responsible, sometimes you just have to let go.

He 'slow-blinks' me. I think he's the bee's-knees :)