Here’s the thing: the show was so frickin good that this morning, when I saw Fresno’s show wasn’t sold out, I bought two more tickets. It is so fucking good to be re-energized with music. 
At noon, after I’d been out of bed for maybe 20 minutes, Maggie asked me if I still had my hair appointment. It was at 12:30, so my make up free day began in a bit of haste. I used to wear no make up when I taught at the Carmichael campus. Hmmmm.
I love seeing Nicole. It’s much more than a hair appointment, it’s also a soul appointment. And plus, those hands. Getting my hair 
washed by someone else is pure heaven.
Quick turn around to grab a burrito for lunch for Ethan and me, then pick Maggie up and get her to volleyball practice…where I sat in my car, ate aforementioned burrito and breathed. Off to pick up clothespins and Valentine’s Day things for my kids. Year 7 solo…and I’m ok with that. After years of being so afraid to be alone, I’m content now. I stretch out every night in my bed. No bumps, being kicked, snoring. It’s just 
me.
After running to catch the sun before she went down for the night, I waited for volleyball to finish up, then a request for McDonald’s as we drove home. Ugh. But I ended up with a value meal, myself. Fuck it. I’m tired, hungry. I can’t live by these “hafta” rules (although some Mexican food self-control would be good). So today was a wash with food choices. No matter. I’m an exhausted happy.
Pics ‘n lyrics: Last night’s post-show Denny’s pancakes for brekkie; A shot from Maggie introducing me to Snapchat – I still have no idea how to use it; Catching tonight’s sun’s bedtime.
Guns for Hands by Twenty-One Pilots
I know what you think in the morning
When the sun shines on the ground
And shows what you have done
It shows where your mind has gone
And you swearing to your parents
That it will never happen again
I know, I know oh ow, what that means, I know oh oh oh ow
That you all have guns
And you never put the safety on
And you all have plans,
To take it, to take it, don’t take it, take it, take it
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
But I can’t, but I can’t when you all have
Guns for hands yeah
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
But I can’t, but I can’t when you all have
Guns for hands yeah
Let’s take this a second at a time
Let’s take this one song, this one rhyme
Together, let’s breathe
Together, to the beat
But there’s hope out the window
So that’s where we’ll go
Let’s go outside and all join hands
But until then you’ll never understand
That you all have guns
And you never put the safety on
And you all have plans
To take it, to take it, don’t take it, take it, take it
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
But I can’t, but I can’t when you all have
Guns for hands yeah
We’ve turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition
‘Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what’s left of my invested interest
Interested in putting my fingers to my head
The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids
Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it’s
Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
But I can’t, but I can’t when you all have
Guns for hands
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
I’m trying, I’m trying to sleep
But I can’t, but I can’t when you all have
Guns for hands
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