Friday, December 17, 2004
Interestingly, a supposedly dreary day of toil lasting to the witching hour flew by faster than i could fathom. So wonderful was it to communicate with another being. (true communication where spoken verbiage is met with mutual understanding) We laid there in this dreaded room of toil, strangely happy, talking unendingly to the wee hours of the morning.
At least now my thoughts are more coherent and rational, thanks for restoring some sense of order in my life. Communication helps you get the bad stuff out in the open then allows for healing.
Clamchowder!
Its finally friday, finally respite from a week of madness.
Posted by Jo