An original Robbins

An original. I usually copy and paste my journals on three sites. Lately I haven't been able to do that. This puter has a mind of it's own. I thought that was a bad thing. It isn't. I get to write more.

I'm in Heaven. I dove into a box of Girl Scout cookies. Caramel delites. MMMMMMMMMMM.

I wish the pool would warm up. I wanna go swimming soooo badly.

Voices are loud. They have been for some time now. Other than that I'm doing okay. I haven't been doing to much around here. I do the cooking and dishes but not much else. I'm stripping a bench so I can paint it.

I woke up with music in my head. That hasn't happened much lately.

Margaret is talking in her sleep. I can hear her but don't know what she is saying.

I miss my son. We always have fun when we hang out. I think I will call him today and see if he wants to hang out.

Teddy just knocked over my cup of water. Frappe came out, but didn't visit me.

The lilac bush is in full bloom. The aroma is soo nice. It also covers up the poopy smells.

My dad emailed and said that my brother and sister-in-law are having a rough go of things. They both had their hours cut. Damn that sucks.

I turned on music. It's cool that music is what helps me. I hated music class in school. Even though, back then, it was my escape. I would put my headphones on and crank it up. The weird thing is that I would read while listening to music.

I'm so glad I don't need to escape anymore. No more hiding for me. My time to bloom is now. There's only so long to hid.

Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,

Dave (the original Dave)