Wide awake with my sorority on my mind. I guess founders week affects us all.

All is well in my little universe. Some days more than others I miss the people in it ~.~

Lots to think about. Nothing to worry about.

Spring Fever. Eh hem. Sniffle sniffle. Cough cough. Can't make it to work.

Bags packed? Check. Toothbrush? Check. House clean? Check. Work covered? Check. Stories covered? Check.
Kitty fed? Check. ... One might say nothings missing?

Pain. Can't get enough. Pain. I like it rough. Pain without any love. Cause I rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Hmmmn. Song of our times. Artist unknown.
Me i still prefer johnny m
Now... With a turn of a dial, the song changes. Where is my john wayne? Where is my prairie song. Where is my happy ending? Where have all the cowboys gone?
Okay? Hmmm? Dial continues to turn,
My kitty and i remain un-impressed.
Good night my little and seemingly vast universe. May your music be better than mine this evening.

Eh? No smoking unless medically permitted. Maybe NM is on to something.