life is not bad, aside from all the drama--
because i have lilliput eggs. and there colours make me happy.

(drama:mom is sick, really sick--so sick she is considering
assisted living and her stubborness mirrors mine in that she
will not give up autonomy to a larger beorcracy. (sp) )

and she lied to me, she underplayed it--plus she is getting an
allowance from my grandmother, and so is my father--but im not.

which is bothering me/