Sometimes, Memphis and I get along like an abusive lover and a masochist. This city will kick you when you're down and then help you up and wipe the blood and spit off your chin. You have to question your sanity when you end up defending the city to everyone you know when they put it down, even when you know Memphis can be really bad for you.
You think about leaving it, but you don't. Despite how it treats you sometimes.
I need a break. Which is great because I actually have two days off. I wish I had more time. But two days will have to do.
I'm hitting the road in a bit. Hopefully Regina Spektor won't cancel. Again.