So, update on this little life- my muse is taking her breakup roughly. Picasso painted his lovers crying. He actually enjoyed making them cry. I am not such a man. Issues with my family are still very much up in the air, but my three sisters sent me bday gifts. I've heard nothing from my brother, and my other sister is... I'm not entirely sure how intellectually mature she's evolved to. My husband still brings me coffee every morning. He's, my gosh, wonderful, except I still have apprehensions. But he's shown that he's dedicated in emotionally growing. We have been banging it out like.. anyways, ha! My class is over, until next February. It's been a long long time since I've felt this in control, love is one heckuva drug. I'm not sure how to end this, but dreams are in sight, I feel like a centaur prepared for whatever may come my way. There's nothing better than a good strong man. Midtown Doornail