You Can't Keep The Birds

I Wondered About Mrs. Winterbottom And What She Meant About Living A Tiny Life. If She Didn't Like All That Baking And Cleaning And Jumping Up To Get Bottles Of Nail Polish Remover And Sewing Hems, Why Did She Do It? Why Didn't She Tell Them To Do Some Of The Things Themselves? Maybe She Was Afraid There Would Be Nothing Left For Her To Do. There Would Be No Need For Her And She Would Become Invisible And No One Would Notice.

When I Read Good Stories, I Want To Write Good Stories Too.

I Tried. Can't Do It. Brain's Empty.

I Started Thinking About Life Insurance And How Nice It Would Be If You Could Get Insurance That Your Life Would Be Happy, And That Everyone You Knew Could Be Happy, And They Could All Do What They Really Wanted To Do, And They Could All Find The People They Wanted To Find.

You Know, Maybe That's All Anybody Wants, Is To Be Useful. And Have Somebody Else Notice It.