“Tomorrow”

I wrote some stuff below.

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!

Just thinkin’ about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none!

When I’m stuck in a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!

You’re always
A day
A way!

Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!

You’re always
A day
A way!

Tomorrow at this time I’ll be on a plane to Atlanta, Georgia. I’m really excited and nervous and a little bit extra nuts. Got my hair and nails did1. Got my bags packed. I’m ready, yo.

Yesterday was really stressful2 and I’m hoping that’s the end of whatever I have coming my way. It wasn’t so bad that I’m losing my shit, but it was close. There was some fun to be had at our regional meeting yesterday. I think the sirs caught wind of my romantic status. I seem to be giving off that “I’m totally single and you suck” vibe already. Mofos were busy stressing. And I’m pretty one of the big guys was flirting with me. I’m almost positive. I don’t want to sleep with him3 but it made me feel good.

That’s all from me today, folks. I’ve got a busy day today. That other post I was talking about is coming soon. It’s taking some time to get together. What the fuck am I thinking? I write my best stuff without thinking much about what I’m writing. This better be good.

Until then keep your eyes peeled for stories of antics from my trip.

I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.

  1. Actually did them myself, but who cares? []
  2. No, I don’t want to write about that particular incident. []
  3. Nooooooo []