I'm busy. I say it all the time. I remember the days when I wasn't. I actually had time to be bored and do absolutely nothing through age 15. Back in those days I'd stay up and watch TV late into the night, sleep late into the day, and complain that there was nothing to do. I suppose there really wasn't. I mean, it was southern Alabama. My friends and I had to be very creative in our efforts to amuse ourselves. Around 16 I started driving, got a boyfriend, all of that. But I still had time to be lazy. School wasn't that hard, I only worked a few hours a week, and I had little responsibility really. Then came college at good ole BCF. My dad was ever so generous and allowed me to go to school full time without working during the year that I lasted there... But I stopped going for a good reason, really. I fell in love, which led me to moving 2,500 miles away and getting married. Which brings me to the time of my life that is the most busy. The year and a half that I have been married, during which I've worked full time and continued with college.

Now I long for the hours I once had to waste. I wish I could stroll through the graveyard, write stories and letters that could possibly testify against my sanity, and sing songs to the man in the sewer.