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30 Days of Writing - #22 - Like There's No Tomorrow

What would I want to do today if there was no tomorrow?

Good question!

There's an expression "dance like there's no tomorrow".

I could do that. But then I'd be awfully tired.

I can't dance.

I don't dance.

I have to drink a bit before I can dance.

Like there's no tomorrow.

I'm okay.

As long as I don't drink like there's no tomorrow.


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babs (beetle) said…
Ha ha! I don't really know what I'd do if there was no tomorrow. Probably curl up in a corner and cry :)
22 June 2012 at 08:38
Laughing Mom said…
So, drink a little and dance a lot!
22 June 2012 at 19:55
Cheryl P. said…
I don't drink and I don't dance very well. Basically if I find I am down to one day left, I have limited options, I guess. Something tells me with only 24 hours to get my shit together, I am not going to be in the mood to dance anyway. I am with babs on this. I will be in the corner crying. Not for me but for having to say goodbye to my family.
22 June 2012 at 23:10
meleahrebeccah said…
Oh, my days of drinking like there's no tomorrow are SO over too. I'm way too old.
24 June 2012 at 15:35
nonamedufus said…
These days if I drink too much the worst that happens is I fall asleep, Meleah.
24 June 2012 at 20:46
nonamedufus said…
Oh, no, Cheryl. You've got to go out in style!
24 June 2012 at 20:47
nonamedufus said…
There you go!
24 June 2012 at 20:47
nonamedufus said…
I think there'll always be a tomorrow. But life's a lot better if you live like there isn't. Know what I mean?
24 June 2012 at 20:48
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