I'm starting to feel more like myself these days. I do not know what it was like for snow in your areas readers. Sorry to call you readers, It sounds weird to call you that. I guess acquaintances would be more appropriate. I desperately want to write something but no good ideas have come to me recently. It makes me want to cry. I had this... fountain so to speak of things to write. But now it's drained. I haven't been able to add anything except to this bloody thing. It's like a memoir these days. All I do these days is just sit alone in my house with my guitar trying to come up with something. I don't get it.
