A Smithy Day
02/26/2007 05:20 p.m.
I am down today. For so many reasons, I won't bore you with them. The last few days of my life could be a Smiths song. Compounded by PMS, I stumbled accross an envelope a card that is really a small photo book. I got it years ago intending to fill it with pictures of my baby and mail it to my Dad. I just knew it would make his day, getting pictures of his first and only grandchild. I could see his smile already. But that never happened. My Dad died when my son was 6 months old.

blubber, blubber, sniff.

I can't bring myself to throw this card away.

Hey, with all the teen angst on this site, I am allowed 1 pitty party.
I am currently Depressed
I am listening to Morrissey (of course)