It's never too complicated. I get put in moods and it all has to do with his expression. I'm dismal, sick, and I didn't go to work today. I have flem sliding up my throat when I cough. How glorious. There was a yellow knight that wished to save me, but I sat next to a boy with greasy hair and green vans. I chose the boy. I chose the boy, because moments like this are the reason I survive. The reason I keep going. Sooner or later these moments are going to Die. And so am I. -Amanda