just thinking:

i want to do a poetry slam again. problem is, i guess i'd have to write something first.

i'm glad march is over. for some reason i routinely make more bad decisions in march as opposed to the rest of the year. or maybe it's just the bipolar weather that brings out my deepest levels of crazy. but i feel good about april. spring in fredericksburg is something i really love to stew in. i wish i had a porch.