Know those days where things just won’t fit? One thinks it is magic, the other one thinks it’s a trick? If you spend the day apart, you take the story for how it is told. But if you spend it together, although in different functions, you can’t let the other version stand. Kind of happened yesterday. I got up at half past three in the morning, went to work at daybreak starting at five. Ran three tournaments in the third of which my sweetheart participated, starting around noon. Around half past five I ended my office part of the day, preparing the reception for the lady, who held this tournament with festive dinner to celebrate her 70th birthday. We both changed into evening wear. He was looking forward to a nice evening together, I was shot to shit and too tired to even enjoy the food. To me, it was part of my job, to him recreation. I wish I had had the energy left to blend both versions when we finally arrived home. After such a long day I just couldn’t any more. Reckon, I don’t have to blame myself. But I still wish I could have, somehow.
She said baby you’re my river –
I said no I’m..I’m you’re drain
She said baby you’re my color –
I said no babe I’m you’re stain
Asaf Avidan & The Mojos, Your Anchor
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