The sweetest girl you ever knew licked a plate of salt. Her mouth turned sour, her heart turned bitter, Oh, who was the one at fault? Ok, I've now made several miserable attempts at writing poetry with absolutely no success (shocked?) so now you get this crappy boring entry instead. Today was my daddy's birthday, happy old birthday to him! Mom came home (yay!) Kris came home (yay!) And I am alone for only these short remaining minutes. I stayed up super late last night, and for a good enough reason, I think. At any rate, it was a good night and I feel like I'm making a slow return to my old writing self. I hate junk mail. Ten letters, all crap except for one from Steve. Thanks, Steve. I'm still waiting (and rather impatiently, I might add) for a response from Mr. T about my play. Without his approval, it is that much easier to drop the project, as sad as that is. I might not though, I don't know. I shouldn't say things like that anyway. Ok, well, that's all. CK's here now so...toodles. Carrie