Now I�m back. Where its a little cold and my host mom tips around on her feet. Or maybe its just me.

I�ve got to get this tightness away from my chest. Couch up the bars and learn to relax.

I can�t write... feeling pressed for time and I�ll be more free tomorrow when I have the room to myself.

Its not a thing of not liking. I�m just that extra person that can make the pot spill over.

I was so relaxed there that I haven�t written for days.
Can�t you here the pick stop in my words.

I just need to get off this thing, and I�ll be back.