Introspection. It’s a subcategory of this Greek Tragedy blog, yes, but it’s also a bit of navel contemplation. Inward moments and thoughts that are often self-centered, proving relevant to no one but the writer, or in this case, the introvert giving you the money shot of her out.
After a long day and hellacious night’s sleep on an air-mattress as we await the arrival of our comforted lives, we spend our time on our knees. Prayers aren’t said. Knee-burn sex isn’t had. Instead, through champagne and exhaustion, I confess the internal thoughts of my day. Which were crap in quality, so I’ll repost in written form.