Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Jack in the Box
Yours Truly has parked herself inside the Indiana Historical Society (time to do some research for the dissertation I'm not entirely sure will be finished), and while I'm waiting on a compiled set of courthouse records...which seem to be lost somewhere...I start thinking, fretting, and hurting again. Its funny how that happens. You think you're past something and then it pops back up like a freaky little jack in the box. Guess its time to lock those demons and hurts away. Because if someone doesn't spend time thinking about you, why waste your time thinking about him?