We Can't Build Our Dreams on Suspicious Minds

Today I ordered a beverage that I never, ever, ever, EVER thought I'd be "the kind of person" to order: an iced chai soy latte. But I was thirsty, and hot from walking around, and my 14-year-old recently introduced me to chai, and I've stopped drinking regular milk 'cause of the poor mistreated cows.

I just read a Yahoo headline that said, "Police apologize to Sheehan, drop charges." Oh, we're caught in a trap. I can't walk out.

I haven't felt well for weeks. Mind, body, it's all the same. Sometimes, when you haven't felt well for a long time, you start to wonder if you'll ever feel good again. I'm beginning to have my doubts...