I was looking through some of your photos and I think I saw her mom.  Is she the one that looks like she had some nuclear power plant accident on her face?  Looks like half her head melted and started sliding off?  That one? 

   La la la la Ottowattowa, la!

  I don’t remember. Did your husband go there last year?  Was he near his daughter?

  But that’s where she lives?

 I got on my bike and rode it to the corner store/junk food grill, and picked up the cheeseburger I ordered.  I wonder if they charged me for that bacon. They did remember the jalapenos, though. 

  I’ve slept here at the office the past three nights.  Actually in the back room in Micheal’s old office.  It may sound desolate and sad, but I’ve enjoyed it immensely.  Freedom la la.  A little bit of solitude, la!  Oh, I have other places I can go, but I’ve moved things here while I fix up a room at my mom’s place and I really haven’t felt like driving all the way to Irving to sleep when I’m so excited to be alone.  Not that I’ll always want to always be alone, but that girl was so damn irritating that part of me is still pissed off at myself for putting it through all that. I’m still working on making up with that part.  I took it out for seafood last night, but it still doesn’t want to talk to me just yet, but it will.  I did make it crack a little smile with my childish antics.