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Todos somos sólo una gran broma. ¿Por qué no estoy riendo? in Cold comfort of the in between.

  • March 2, 2016, 3:30 a.m.
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There’s this song I love called ‘Do It Anyway’. Sometimes it has me belting the lyrics at the top of my voice, other times weeping and mumbling with the melody. This morning it was both.

Call it surrender, but you know that that’s a joke
And the punchline is you were actually never in control
But still, surrender anyway

Gets me every time.

I have plans to do things tonight. I wrote them on a yellow post-it note while I was at work today. I drank an energy drink too, but it always happens that now I am home I’m tired and don’t want to do anything. Just snuggle with my daughter until I accidentally fall asleep. Or sit next to Husband in the big easy chair and fall asleep with a cat on my outstretched legs. Something that involves falling and sleep. I want to go to there.

Sleep isn’t worth it. I need to get shit done.

Tonight I’m going to knuckle down to write a budget. I have to. Do it anyway.

But first, I will snuggle with Daughter because that’s non-negotiable.


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