words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Can't Take It
I didn't go after all. Last night I took Sister to the doctor for something and found out that she will most likely need surgery. Like, this week. She should be okay but still. If anything happens to her I will shrivel up and die. I really will.