dear stuck alone in the road diary,
relaxing on a saturday night is the best thing ever. it's usually not what someone would expect out of a busy whore, but i ain't busy anymore. i am old now and do so very much enjoy slowing down to a near stop. every little thing bothers the unibomber. if he gets any tighter, he will surly spin apart. i have seen this happen before. i worry sometimes about the mental health issue. some of us around here seem to be reaching for straws popping up in china. i was walking up on the porch the other day and my heart sank seeing that my plant had fallen during some point during the day. i know why it fell though. i do. it's because i had turned it around so i could see the pretty side in the mornings when i wake up. i knew my mental health was strong- at least that day it was- because i didn't cry. i pulled my heart back up and got new dirt and things were as they were.
