I'm going to grow up and live in a quiet forest and keep goats. I'll marry a mountain man and he will chop wood for the fire and have calloused hands, and I will darn his socks and write pages and pages and paint paintings and paintings. We will have a big colorful garden and a bird feeder and there will be trees everywhere. I will wear patched overalls and a straw hat, bare feet with a cool rolling river nearby. We will have a dog. We will be as poor as the dirt in our garden, but will not care, because the stars will be bright and the water will be clean and cool. Is it weird that that sounds heavenly to me? To be happy and quiet in that way? I am not planning on actually doing it right now, but it does sound pretty damn wonderful. (While I am writing this my lunch table is talking about prom. I have more in common with my goats, I think...)