Sober Paddy

Drinking, abstinance and the world in between

So Over It (15)

1/26/12 •

I spend the days like this – In torpor. Torpor is when your brain is glue, your words are mud, your legs feel like slushy plop and your emotions are a bag of second hand sandals. I feel like a mango that has been smuggled down the top of an octogenarian slut, who has no [...]