February 12, 2005
Layers must still be peeling away. Reducing me to just a teeny rock. Over the past eleven? years. No more 2240 sq. ft. loft in the city. No more Afro-Brasilian, Afro-Haitian, Congolese dance. No more riding horses. No more yoga. No more eating all the things I enjoy. No more husband. No more little dog. Now no more walking in the forest? No more health. Lost the loft but do have a nice rented apartment. Have the house in the country even though I need better bullets. All my dreams and plans come down to needing better bullets. Oh Lordie.