I smile ... it feels good.
It feels real ... I've been smiling that pushed up on the sides sort of smile. Time to find a real one I think. However I've been looking is making my face hurt. I woke up thinking about that - it's been a month now. I'm here for an unforeseeable while. I need to start finding a rhythm to this time, something I can work with. It's okay that nothing makes sense, sometimes life just doesn't, but it'll help me to wrap it in some sort of routine
|Corn ... they'll use it for fuel production|
She talks to herself. Or maybe she sees things I cannot see. "Why are those babies smiling?" She asked me that yesterday mooring and I said I think they are just happy ... . This morning I heard her say, "Hello, what is your name? Are you a lady." I know it sounds a little weird, but I like it. She seems so happy ... she giggles ... it's sweet, and she sings ... I love that. Mostly, she sleeps. She barely eats ... ice-cream she makes time for ... I am certain I will hope for Cheetos when I'm really
old. Which reminds me ... today Tommy said his tongue feels like its been in the broiler and by the way, that beef jerky I'm so fond of really tastes like Alpo. He said the Birthday Cake flavored ice cream is incredible delicious. Lotsa ice cream eating going on over here ... I am truly concerned that all this sitting around combined with very little moving about is going to make my clothes tight!