Wreck it Ralph

Sometimes I hate the fact that I have to push my body to find the limit but hey, that's life. These days I only seem to function with less sleep and more sleep deprived anxiety. The lack and the gap are holding hands and make my mind and hands shake. Kind of a constant brownian motion Harlem Shake that puts a vail of whatever upon my mind and moods. I am no longer disco, I am random and unsettled. 

But sometimes is good to close the circle of girly girl cliches with a movie, a glass of wine and matte nail polish.