I tend to dwell.
I dwell a lot.
Insomnia tends to exacerbate the issue.
Unfortunately, I tend to give myself tasty hunks of stupid to dwell on quite a lot, dammit.
Tonight, however, I get to dwell on more than just my lameness because my husband just made “Man Cleavage” to cheer me up. Uh…It didn’t work. Actually, it made me vomit a little in my mouth.
Great. Now I’m going to add how wrong hairy, man-boobs are to my “To-Dwell” list.