Month: April 2015

I’d Hoped For A Thunderstorm

Miss Poison April, Being Real, Exhaustion, Honesty, Life, Musings, Petty Garbage, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Saturday, Toxic People, Writing , , , , , , ,

For every weather site and app that predicted thunderstorms last night into today; I am not happy with you. Deliver your predictions, lest people start believing that you "cold read" the weather to begin with and aren't actually looking at all the colorful charts and fancy equipment you like to show us and claim is … Continue reading I’d Hoped For A Thunderstorm

Sleep Interrupted

Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Editing, Family, Fibromyalgia, Fridays, Honesty, Life, Loss, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing , , , , , , , , , ,

I was in bed last night right after The Blacklist ended (If you don't watch this show, you should. I never intended for it to become something I watch, but the pilot had me hooked from day one.). I flew up the steps, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and after double-checking cat bowls, got … Continue reading Sleep Interrupted