It's a cold, blustery, rainy night here in the ATL, what better music to listen to than Frank Sinatra.
Curled up in a quilt, drinking tea and waiting for my laundry to get done so I can go to bed. Sleep deprivation must be making me sentimental and nostalgic--thinking about old friends, new friends and friends I wish I could see again.
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