No Arrivals

I've emerged from my sickroom. My throat is still killing from these swollen tonsils but at least I feel like I'll be able to eat today. Here at Morning Star... I spoke to B for a while this morning. We are on such different tracks right now that i"m sure that he doesn't get it. It's weird listening to the Hope Floats CD right now because I used to hear all these songs as being about him. I guess nothing is ever permanent. We will never have "arrived."