I don't understand people who just let the rain fall on them. Why give in? Why give up? There may be times when I may take a little respite and give in but I refuse to stay that way. I'll stop fighting when I'm dead.

God. One life only? Really? (throws arms about) but there is so much space and so many things that are waiting to happen.

I am really waking up from a sort of stupor I have been this quarter. I like it. I like it very much. There's is life tingling in my fingers and toes. And when I think of what I should do next there's a lot to choose from. It's a warm day and I am going outside. I don't care who I meet. I am doing this for me.