OWIE

I'M FULL OF WASABI ALMONDS.  I HAVE 3 BAGS.  SO GOOD.  BUT I EAT TOO MUCH.  THERE I GO JUDGING MYSELF.  I HAVE TO ACCEPT MYSELF WHERE I AM.

I'M SO USED TO CRITICISM..  I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT IN THEIR EYES.  MAYBE WHY I NEVER FELT LONELY.  1) THEY'RE ALWAYS IN MY HEAD.  2) WHY WOULD I MISS THEIR COMPANY.  3) EVERYBODY'S THE SAME.  NO ONE I MISS.

4:30 PM TOMAS CAME BY TO TELL ME CURTIS DIED SUNDAY MORNING LIKE DAD.  TOMAS WENT THURSDAY TO VISIT HIM IN HOSPICE.  SUNDAY WAS THE 14TH.  SO NOW 4/14, 5/13, 6/13.  DEATH DAYS.  HE CALLED 4:17 PM BUT I HAD MY PHONE OFF.

AND OF COURSE HE'S TELLING ME WHAT TO DO.  CLEAR STUFF OUT.  DO, DO, DO.  LET HIM DO IT.

BE, BE, BE.