So the stupied rain storm finaly left the bay of fundy!hurrah!
Ive been gardening and reading all summer and i loves it!

There is no real point to this journal, just bored really.
*There's a crack in the ground from old New York,
all the way to Minnesota
I can see the way ten thousand lakes
are screaming for more water

Give us some hope
we haven't got enough
to keep ourselves filled up
when you drink us empty, drunk us dry,
then ask us why we're dry*

Why do songs get stuck in your head???