I spent all night working on it, and I hope Patrick likes it as much as I do. Especially the second side. I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad. I hope it can be that for him.

Calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

And when she started becoming a “young lady,” and no one was allowed to look at her because she thought she was fat. And how she really wasn’t fat. And how she was actually very pretty. And how different her face looked when she realized boys thought she was pretty. And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy. I wondered how her face would look when she came out from behind those doors.

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party