God save me from Paint Shop Pro.  If there ever was a method for me to hyperfocus on the insignificant, that program is it.  I make all those -- well, most of -- little icons on the top left.  And if it's a copied graphic, then I just have to tweak it to death. 

Enough!  ...enough, already.  That's not my life -- at least I hope it isn't. 

Time is running out.  I want to tell you how the air felt when I shut off the a/c today and opened the window for the first time in weeks.  I want to explain that my landlord reminds me of my father, just because he's the man who owns the house.  I would like to capture in words this fleeting terror that comes and goes unbidden, without warning -- even without words, I would like to capture it and send it on its way, like an unwanted bug in my bed.  I want to say so much. 

Today, the air was like the air two weeks ago, the sky precious blue and clear, the sun warm; a joy just to breathe.