Tomorrow: limbo

Silly me. I throw it out there that I can't wait to move, and also that I'm a little jealous of farm life, and what do I get? "Move out in 2 days," and "take two weeks to live at the farm."

I love a sense of humor.

I will survive

The next two weeks won't kill me; rumor has it, I'll be stronger. Let it be so.

Come down to San Antone

Of course it's gonna get better

April Twentieth

There isn't enough room for the pain of this day.

Carve me in a tree