Letters for Muscles
March 25
My Dearest Muscles,
I ended up taking a quarter of a pill at 2:30am, after tossing and turning for 2 hours. I needed to get some sleep, and I was desperate. They worked pretty well. I got a little extra sleep, and I needed it sorely.
There’s just too much shit anymore.
I’m off to bed I think. Again. I know it’s the middle of the day, but I don’t want to do anything else.
I reiterate: it’s not fair. It’s not bloody fair.
You were a rare breed—a great man. I’m discovering just how very rare men like you are, Dean.
I miss you.
Love you,
Blondie
I ended up taking a quarter of a pill at 2:30am, after tossing and turning for 2 hours. I needed to get some sleep, and I was desperate. They worked pretty well. I got a little extra sleep, and I needed it sorely.
There’s just too much shit anymore.
I’m off to bed I think. Again. I know it’s the middle of the day, but I don’t want to do anything else.
I reiterate: it’s not fair. It’s not bloody fair.
You were a rare breed—a great man. I’m discovering just how very rare men like you are, Dean.
I miss you.
Love you,
Blondie