I keep going on about hugs, but I must say that a shoulder massage is not to be sneezed at either.
Friday evening and all I’ve been able to think of all day is how nice it was going to be to get home, shut the door, and just chill. Well, I’m here. However, I find myself in a state of restlessness and vegging out is not only undesireable but well nigh impossible too. Typical.
Well, maybe I can get the washing up done. That would be some compensation. A walk might not be such a bad idea a little later.
A beach would be ideal, but I guess I’ll have to make do without.
Voice on the stereo: Shakira – Underneath Your Clothes