my room is cold because our window doesn't close all the way.
i'm tired, but i had a good cry and now I feel better.
i wish I were at the waltz party, but it just didn't work out that way.
as for the good news, i love singing christmas carrolls (how on earth is that spelled?) at the top of my lungs, without the words, and out of key, with anna and meg and mary. there's really nothing i'd rather do.
"to believe in this living is just a hard way to go"
