Ok. Please excuse any typos in following post.
I'm half-or maybe 3/4- snockered on a half bottle of mediocre shiraz. Dh is out so I've treated myself to an hour of Il Divo Dvd's and now have BSG's latest episode playing in the background. Had a cool chat with Kris Starr tonight and am sitting here basking in my own brilliance.
Hell yeah I'm brilliant. So what if reality will set in tomorrow. For now I rule. I'm a writer, dammit. An ARTIST. I'm gonna keep plugging on until I make it. People have FAITH in me. Yeah baby!
Well hell, if I can't be my own cheerleader, it's a sad day. So what if it takes 14% alcohol and some fine tenors to get me primed. I'm good to go. I know I can do it....as long as I keep working hard. And I've been working hard the last year. I like to believe it shows. And one day...it'll make a difference.
Note to self - bookmark this post for when Mr. Self Doubt and his most annoying relative visit again.
Anyway, because I was funny enough to make someone spew tea on their monitor (probably figuratively speaking) tonight, I'm a gonna post a few pics in her honour...well and for my own perverse entertainment as well.
First, T, this is for you. LegolURS. Sorry but I just liked it more than Orli.
Then, because I like a man in leather with lots of power between his legs.....it took me 23 pages of gallery to find this picture, oh the sublime tortures of research....
And finally, the man behind the leathers.....
Have a nice day. Lucid, sober remarks to follow...after strong coffee tomorrow. :-)