Somehow laying in the cold with music blaring and tears flowing wasn't really wasted time. See, I can handle the cold, and music is what I live for. It's the crying that never was my forte.
There were a number of things I had planned on doing today-which I didn't, and I blame that on wasted time^ and things said, or not said. (however way you look at it) Lots of expected things occurred today. Because I don't trust my intuition. And then some unexpected things-which I give too many second chances for. "Sorry" does not cut it anymore.