My heart melted when they showed an archival black and white clip of Paul McCartney singing "Yesterday" a song I knew by heart before I knew what it meant--I was 7.
My therapist has goaded me to get to bed at night, and though I have much to write about and process, I want health more.
So, until the morrow,
(who will tell you about this bizarre thing called the non-date with low chemistry.)
21 hours ago