Wednesday night was a good night. Upon Lindsey's suggestion, the four Mullen children decided to become drunken piles of cheap wine and skewed memories. It was amazing. Graham, Meagan, and I had class/school/work at 8 in the morning, but we decided anyway. It was a bad decision. It was a decision I do not regret. I'm in love with my family. I am reminded of the old church reading about the body-- how the eye needs the hand and what not. I need my family. Every member is a piece. If you know one of them, you know some part. They are the puzzle pieces that make this picture colored me, and I am thankful for that. Someday soon I give you a sporadic list of words which may appear meaningless. This will be my stream of conscionness as I record every memory we dredged up Wednesday night. You will not get most of them. I will not care.
I am doing a very good job not thinking about Bo. I can't cry all the time.
I'm here in BIrimingham now; everyone else is in bed. I spent a good deal of time talking with Tyler tonight, and I am happy about that. I hope I know him a good long time. We spent sometime by the lake tonight... I love the water... I am a Cancer through and through.
The drive down here was nice... it was rainy, yes, but not to the point of nervousness. It was nice. I listened to Details by Frou Frou. It's amazing.
DInner with my family at Applebe's was spiritual. Now it's time to guzzle some tap water. I'm goig to bed.
Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing.
- Grace
- Florence, Alabama, United States
- Dancing in both directions at once so everyone won't notice that she's never heard this song before.
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