Ask around, and you'll discover that I'm brooding, dark, cynical, morose, and moody. All are probably true. Deep inside, though, there's an optimist dying to be heard. Each day in 2012, he'll get his chance. If being positive really is a state of mind, I intend to find out.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Day 181: home
Home at last. Long days are brutal. They are worse when traveling with a brood. That's why it feels so good to make it home. See your bed. Feel your pillow. Dream a sweet dream. Too tired to write.
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