I can't believe I'm already back here.
It makes me sick.
I got to play with fire today. Rita started a fire because we hauled a lot of rotten wood around, so that was fun. At one point, she went inside and told me to keep the fire running-it wasn't really catching at first.
When she came back outside, the fire was raging and thriving. It was beautiful. All thanks to me.
I think that I've decided that when I die, I want to come back as a firefly or a raven.
Agoraphobic, paragosmal, schizophrenic, witch is getting into Hinduism, I guess. My religion is more than anyone could ever understand.
