dear things to look forward to diary,
when things turn around and start going my way again, man, it gets scary. here i was all prepared for more change and then by some stroke of God, i am granted a gigantic reprieve. i'll prolly never know if it was the magic mushrooms, or the spells of purity i cast upon him, or if the dumb bitch was just wrong in the first place- but does it even matter? really? does it? i am so fucking happy right now i am pissed. i wont be pissed in the morning, because it will be the first morning i wont wake up mourning and know his days aren't to be counted nearly as closely as they were yesterday morning, but the lesson i have learned from all this... every morning counts. ima look forward to sleeping every night, nap, and morning with my beautiful healthy- even GRUMPY- river joanne. i will never take time with the things i love for granted again. that may sound cheap- but omg- you wouldn't believe what it means to me now.