Looking at my twitter and wondering the tweets I typed when I was drunk.

What did I type.
When did I type that.
How could I type that….

Anyway this song keeps playing in my head today. What a conclusion:

I said, “Oh my, what a marvelous tune
It was the best night, never would forget how we moved
The whole place was dressed to the nines, and we were dancing, dancing
Like we’re made of starlight
Like we’re made of starlight”

Don’t you dream impossible things?
Such a great night to end my hell week 😉


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