So here we are. May 10th 2009 - Mother's Day. I think I would like it better if I felt appreciated. If Haven were home. If Lilee were able to verbally tell me that she loved me. But for now it just feels like it was any other day except I was expected to foot the bill for brunch and ice cream. Not so much the best day ever by any means. But Lilee did go to sleep earlier than usual and I did get to have a beer and watch some TV. Although I should have cleaned the house up instead. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. I think I need a laptop, sitting here on Havens drumming stool is... very not comfortable. I would love to be able to write in bed or on the couch. I think I am going to try and write a little everyday, or at least a few times a week. I have always wanted to write a book about my life, since ridiculous things happen to me all the time, it seemed appropriate. Maybe this will finally allow me to do that, one day a few years from now I can just click print and there it will be, diary style; diary style. Ever since I read Anne Frank I wanted to start writing in a diary, but this is so much better and I could never loose it. Thats the main reason I never had a diary, I am the most likely person to loose it. And that would have sucked.