Happy Birthday lil' Dexter! You are a cute and hugely enormously loved lil' baby boy.
My goodness the time does fly. Why haven't I written my screenplay and become famously rich? Why do I have a week of strange panic attacks and having to breathe and STOP playing solitaire? Why am I addicted to Solitaire again. Why am I repeating a work pattern from the good old days of Carolina Ocean Studies?
I was going to entitle this entry "eine kleine brille musik" aber, Ich did not.
I am tired of being heavy, and honest to pete, this morning I truly did feel lighter then something frazzled me and all the old things came again. I think it was touching those divorce papers. When I told mark we'd have to sign one more round, he asked "are you sure you want to do this". It was unsettling. Yes, I'm sure, but I wish we could BOTH be sure. Again, it's like replaying a plane crash over and over again.