Always.

(Damn subplot. I am refusing to see that possibility.)

My kids will read it. They'll feel it, too. Thank you for my childhood. Alan deserves an Oscar. He deserves many, but this one especially. The bravest man I ever knew.

I don't mind the sunburn because the conversation was wonderful and infinitely more varied than I expected it to be.
Magic Rainbow walks by every morning, and I am picking up senior pictures. It is surreal. I don't feel like I'm on this side of the glass yet. I do, however, understand the use of the word creepy. Finally. My A string is quite flat; the pin is missing.
I still have no songs for these waves of whatever the hell this emotion is, and that is incredibly frustrating to me. And anything I suggest will lose it's connotation of me the moment it means something to anyone else. Whatever. It feels like winter tonight.
I keep deciding and undeciding. Since when do I question myself there so much? I think I just now rolled my eyes about six times in a row.