I hit the wall, tired and sad wise, at about 3:30 p.m. today.
I did not sleep one night this past weekend, right after driving home from Thanksgiving and finding out about the Mister's newest betrayal. Did not sleep much at all.
So I'm missing a night's worth of sleep.
I listened to Blood on the Tracks on the way to work, and back home again - about 35 minutes each way.
"When something's not right, it's wrong" was my first Facebook post, post The End (you know when he told me and that great iron door shut down in me for good).
So I looked on Youtube for a version of You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go to share with you, but I couldn't find any with Bob doing it - although I looked about 10-15 entries.
This was my favorite:
I'm lonesome.
Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling.
