If I had more to say….
Too many things happening here at once. The cookbook is great, but not without drama. The felony thing is….not without drama. Annie Oakley “moved in”, on a trial basis of course. The Buns has had a fever for two days. I have a cold and am getting the big P. I really want to work on the Alaskan’s Poet show. I want to drink. Easter is a week away and I’m dreading having Easter dinner with the family. Especially now since Annie Oakley is fucking living there.
And it’s all negative bullshit.
I don’t want this blahg to be my emotional tampon - although sometimes I have no other place to go.
I still want to write about Wesley the Owl and I’m finishing Let The Right One In. But for whatever reason, I’m just hurt. Hurt and broken and I feel that I have no time to heal.
