Get the Funk Back
Apparently, I needed to get the funk back in my life. I feel a little better now, with the first chapter of a book done and and handful of poetry to boot. I just got back from a fabulous weekend with my Virginia family. After a mildly depressing episode Saturday night (if anyone ever sees a cell phone in my hand again while I'm drinking, please pry it from my fingers, I beg of you), I fell into the truly loving arms of Will, Chris, April, James, Amy and Paul, all of whom helped pick me up, dust me off and slap some sense into my head. After some very tasty self-medicating (thank you for the 35 year Grand Marnier, Chris!) we danced our asses off, which was fabulous therapy. I was surrounded by so much love, I feel spoiled and so blessed to have such amazing friends. Love really is a drug and I hope I can return it to you guys tenfold. Sunday I had a hangover lunch with my Radford pals BonBon, Jon, Jeanne, Kathie and Katharine (April and James by my side the whole time, thank God). I apologize for not being better company, people. Next time I promise to work a hangover day into my trip. After some rest time, valuable counseling time with my Michelle, and a fabulous dinner at Paul and Amy's, I returned home. It was a great trip and reminded me how much I am loved. Sure, I'm still a little sad, but I'll get over it. Thank you guys for being there for me. :) I love you truly. Coming soon: more political commentary, I promise!