Do you go by the book or mercifully you follow the lead that your feelings provide and you magically are willing to take whatever the day gives you? That whole judgemental thing that dictates only the following will suffice if my day is going to make me happy is so 1970. The home advantage keeps the suggestion box open but remains so manageable you high five yourself into oblivion.

There's a song in my head going on. The lyrics go as following:
We, the love children, have no bucket list
Our strikethroughs are pendants on destiny's babydolls
A scrumptious succession featuring cleanups of today's spillover
Ever thankful that this guy survived the vote and lives on to send another message to the stand-ins and bystanders
That sorrow fades and romance pervades this sacred place called Paradise

Bundled up in the cocoon placed in the impairedly fashioned coffee break is a lighthouse. It beacons the inquiring minds towards nympho without blinking. Johnsonian breakout.