Quick journal,

Had an uncharitable, though non-malicious thought about X today:

"I can't wait until you're still not happy.
Because it wasn't me."

Almost sounds like it belongs in a Country Western song, doesn't it? cool

Peace,

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac