Monday, August 22, 2005

I want to bring you soup or ice cream, comic books or a car to get to meetings. Did I tell you? I'm going to an AA meeting. I'm talking to you as I write this, and yet... I don't really want to tell you. If you were smart, you'd laugh and call me dumb. because that's exactly what I am. But Dad said he'd go with me, so we're going.

Good luck babes.