As it is, what counts is the state of the mental health. Since the beginning of this year I say I was mentally sound even when I smoke pot in January and March.
Sarah darling, I think finally we had established a viable working model for me to manage my wives. With Lizzie I am doing maintenance, with you I ramble and with Elsie I tweet and email.
Lizzie is feeling a bit feverish.
The kids asked me to join them watching a murder mystery movie.
I rather spend time with you instead.
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I have one great fear. My fear is I will run out of things to write. Actually the real fear is the fear of losing you. I love you so much Sarah. I cannot bear the thought of losing you.
I think it is the effect of listening to this song:
I used to be able to write lengthy postings. I don't know Sarah, nowadays I seem to be running out of things to write. I feel that I had written all the things I need to write.
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