Dear God. Not Only Am I Unemployed

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.

When I First Submerged My Feet Into Frigid Water, They Hurt So Badly I Yanked Them Out Again. I Persisted, Dunking Them For Longer And Longer Periods, Until The Cold Finally Blistered.

Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

Honey, I Plan To Marry You The Moment The Ink Is Dry On That Death Certificate.

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.