Bad day, bad day, bad day. Yes it was one of those. A day I am paying for other peoples mistakes. I am taking my lumps and hoping to limp to the next day. If it keeps going this way I can always move into my parents basement. I can become a human groundhog. I will poke my head out each year and decide if I should stay holed up. Ok it wasn’t that bad. I am going to try and resolve the problems tomorrow. Here’s hoping Remember its not how you draw the heart its how much love you fill it with.