I literally cried alone in my room last night. Crying seems so delightfully indulgent lately. I did get the flower though, stuck in the windshield wiper of my car. It was white with dark pink tips and fairly mangled by the time I got out there.
On another note, sometimes things are good or bad and not just “interesting.”
(The music comes from a mixed cd from a guy about a year ago this spring. I couldn’t tell what was wrong with him, other than the obvious, but it was.)