temptess

Last night I missed the party. Cowboy hat on, fangs attached (I poked a hole in my cheek twice). I was kinda sad. Instead I stayed home, drank wine and read Collette in bed and fell into a fitful slumber. Text at 2 a.m. asking if I was still up. Made a phone call which caused untold angst in my head and my heart and spent the rest of the night dreaming about a complicated reunion and a giant trying to keep me from going. That was weird.