i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
open letter for someone

Hey, i worked all weekend and there is NOTHING fun or glamorous about working on no sleep.

i rarely get to see Abby and Louis - it's a fluke to see them two weekends in a row - and they even live close to me now.

Angel is training for his promotion and i make a hell of a lot more than i used to - we are paying off bills for the first time since my separation.

My life is boring - day to day is not really written about. We work, eat, sleep and start over.

You have choices, like everyone else; the place you are in life is the result of those choices AND circumstance, like everyone else's life. i can't apologize for being fairly normal for the first time in my life. i WON'T apologize that you are not always happy with yours.

What was *not* in the last entry is all the work i did to help prepare for that party and the fact that i have so few evenings that comfortable and relaxed.

i treasure them when the come.







PS: 'Drunk Driver' is a drinking card game played by four or more people - the loser is called the 'drunk driver'.


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confessed on Monday, Dec. 16, 2002