I've been trying to update for the last three days on a controversial topic, but awhile ago, when my computer froze and I had to reboot, I lost it. I give up on it for the time being, either I wasn't meant to write it at this time or not at all. So, as I still want to update at least on something today, I'm taking a page from a journal I read on occasion.

As of tonight:
It's been six and a hours since I held my nephew, Cannon.

It's been one night since I had ice cream.

It's been two hours since I ate.

It's been 41 days since my birthday.

It's been three days since I cried.

It's been five days since my last seizure.

It's been nine years between my daddy's last visit in July and the time I saw him '96.

It's been two years since I graduated from ISU.

It's been seven years since my one and only relationship.

It's been 11 hours since I slept.

It's been three days since I last updated.

It's been six years since I was kissed.

It's been about five months since I wrote a penpal of mine.

It's been one year since I thought about or pursued writing a novel.

It's been nine years since I flew on an airplane.

It's been two days since my last remembered dream.

moon phase