I need to write a journal entry and this is it.

I don't mean to sound schizophrenic, but maybe I am.

[ This is what the phone microphone, heard me say: I don't mean the songs gets a front neck but maybe I am.]

I've had a lot of red wine in the past few hours.

I feel that God is angry with me.

I am myself.

There is too much to understand, and I feel like a Little Rock about the size of half of my fist covered with some algaes and micro organisms sinking from the surface of the small river to the shallow bed....

I have watched a couple episodes of twin peaks.

I am so relieved that mom is going to babysit tim's kids.

We worked about six hours today.

I really do not know anything.

There are so many things I want to think And to be

I eat more. I forgot about the phried shrimp in my freezer. 

In the end I only need the hope love Trinity