Sunday, 7:24 p.m.   Repetitive Beauty I'll throw you in a mold. You're too different. Come out and be like me. Be like us. We're all beautiful. Don't you want to be beautiful? Enter willingly into the mold. It'll just take a few seconds. Today I swing from wanting to laugh to wanting to cry and back again. I snapped at my mother. My sister is home. I rode my bike along the culdesac. Looked at the little suburbia where I live. We went walking around the botanical garden for a bit today. We also went to a museum about Ernest Rutherford. For the benefit of you and myself if I read this in a few years or weeks, wondering who the hell Ernest Rutherford was, He was the guy who got a nobel prize for radioactive decay rate. And also he helped discover the structure of the atom that we know and love today. Yay chemistry! Anyway. If I were with you tonight I'd hold you and stroke your hair. I'd rock you to sleep and sing you a song about Superman. I'd tuck you in and put a hot water bottle at your feet to keep you warm. Then I'll kiss your eyelids and slip into bed next to you and smile as I drift into slumberland Just because I'm happy you're well.