I don't do it much, but once in a while I sit cross legged on the right corner of my stiff living room couch, clad in the knee-high white socks that I used to play high school volleyball in, and listen to Monay's mix CD for me. I place my laptop right in front of the post-it that reads, "Be better today than you were yesterday." And as Damien Rice sings "Cannonball," I wonder how love can teach a person to lie.
If I could lighten up a little, I'd feel my emotions in less of a flat, monotonous voice.
If it weren't too late, I'd go back to April 17 and September 1 to say happy birthday to Jess and Carol on time.
