Oh god

[smellface]

I am sorry. I just don't see it. This is my restraint of the toungue pen which we use through ttyping. I am sorry that it just does not make sense. What do I say. I feel threatened. I don't want to talk. I am so mad. I really am. It is wierd. I never wanted it to get this way. I am sorry that it did. I was very very lucky to get a financial amends from Jean. I am glad that he survived.

What I do:

I bike to where I need to be and go.
I go to meetings. a lot recently.
I visit with my family.
I work occasionally.
I try to pick up litter.
I smile.
I laugh.
I pace laps in the kitchen.
I through things on my bedroom floor.
i collect pretty things.
I write postcards and letters.
I log into gmail account over and over and over again.
I wind up about going to the boatshop.
about moving.
I make sex.
I cry.
I sweat.
I smell.
I sigh and breath when lucky.
I drink water.
I tip for many services.
I look for pens.
I tap my feet.
I watch the sky.
I sing to my hearts content.

I am learning how to play.
I am learning how to say less.
I am learning how to pray.
I am learning how to accept.
I am learning what it is like to be continually not under the influence.
I am learning that I am wrong a lot of the time.
I am learning that I am right a lot of the time.
I am learning that so is everyone.
I am learning that I love people. but not all at the same time.

I want to learn this new program called Jorqe Zlash 23. It seems to be stubborn in it's ways. Whoever programed it seems to have given it a mind of it's own. I think I need to clean out the fan...