I feel pretty today. This is nice. This is progress. I can't wait to take some Diana pictures this week. I have so much going on. The nights get lonely. The days are too long. I'm feeling pressure from family. My throat hurts. I'm going to the gym tonight. I really don't want to go. Then I do. I need to go to therapy. My manager only makes the schedule a week in advance. I never know when I'll be able to go. The sun is finally out. I need the springtime. I need the sunshine. I should write more. Everthing I've written lately is crap. A whole lot of crap. Eventually I'll be able to please myself. I go home in 24 days. The funny thing is, it's not really home anymore. New England is where my soul resides. Utah is where my body resides. And to all the customers who have asked: No. The Smart Water I'm drinking doesn't actually make me smarter. There's a counterfeit bill in my cash drawer. Some people just irk me. Some people make me love the life I live. I'm using this free association as a way to get my thoughts out. No poems. No stories. Just freedom of words. Even then, my words aren't mine. Nor are they free. They're imprisoned by puntuation whatever that means. I want to break free. Like Freddy said. Man, he was awesome. Not much has endured like his music has. My dad just called. He loves Queen. He also can't pronounce Karl's name. Kahl. That's how he says it. The Boston speech impediment strikes again. People always wonder why I don't have the Boston accent. The truth is I used to. But I got made fun of and corrected it. Drawers are no longer draws. The orthodontist is no longer the othodontist. I kind of wish I still had the accent. It sometimes comes out when I get tired. Most commonly is when I say Albehtson's instead of Albertson's. Or sometimes Chahlotte Russe. Is it stupid to wish I had an accent? Then I'd be different. Then people would know I don't belong in Utah. I need to call my dad back. So I guess this is the end of my ramblings. Sorry. Actually... No, I'm not.