Sparkle, sparkle.

Martinis in a bathtub, cause the clean up is easier, varied pills on the shelf, most designed for the pain, but I claim they are for my health.

Aches and pains, daily strains, have a little more. Some days I’m in a haze, but that’s what the pills are for. When life gets too serious and I’m looking at the door, and getting up and breathing seems like such a chore.