No, this post is not about my drive home from CLAW.
The title refers to that phrase about good intentions.
I came home, sure I could write up last night’s play party.
But I’m beat. In a deliciously
tired way.
I didn’t mean to play for 4.5 hours straight, but I did.
I am going to bed.
Alone.
Well, maybe with a bear…
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