I swear my first thought was "of course they eat young men- they're the only ones stupid enough to chase them." Then I realized I'd somehow gotten out of the gutter and had to return to my happy place.
I'm feeling better about life. Thank goodness for drugs. They're legal. I swear. Although I'd take a Red Tent in place of them. Maybe that's what my Thoreau house will be. My "red tent." Well, that and general get away.
afternoon snack- coffee with cream because I needed to use the last of the cream I brought to work before the weekend. And, because. After all- food? Who needs food? Javajavajavajavajava
Now I'm having George of the Jungle flashbacks.
"What is it with chicks and horses?"
Cut to: a scene where the horses are actually NOT my main focus . . .