I hate Georgia because it doesn't feel like Autumn even though it is. The pond down the road is drying up. It's hot and dry, but it's October. I don't really have much to say. I never sleep anymore and I've got constant pains that never seem to leave. I'm too old for this s**t. ********. Whatever. I'm just going to play piano because... I don't really have any power in this situation.

    "Rise up and walk, none of your bones are broken."