Tomorrow I'm having some friends over to help raid my my craft supply stash. Should be fruitful. I'll take pictures.

Call it a weakness. Doesn't matter how deep my own grief runs...show me a person resembling any aspect of sincere human struggle, I'll do what I can (and sometimes what I can't) to fix it.

I'm wasting away. Sometimes it's a comfort.

I've been in some big towns, I've heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know...