I love the delicious smell of the honeydew melon candle. Its so refreshing and it makes me feel complete. Anyway, today I have to pack my shit because tomorrow I go back to my second home. After the game of course...which will be over pretty late. I hope the Eagles win so Tarah can come home. Frank Sinatra is playing on my cd player. Elvis is to Tarah as Frank is to me. How's that for an analogy?

I feel happy. Is that a bad thing? Scary thought: when did I start wondering if happiness was a bad thing?