Before I can drift to sleep, someone knocks on the door and I open my eyes. I stand and head to it, paying the pizza guy so Halee wouldn't have to get up.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. — Henry David Thoreau, "Walden"