Je ne suis jamais satisfaite.

After all that, I don't even like it. I think I would give myself 15 % , actually. For my lack of want, need, passion, sense of accomplishment, etc etc.

Just once I wish I were they and they, me- to see what it's like on that side of the meadow.

Also, being dragged across a border against my will tomorrow. There's no good reason why. And if there is, it's still a mystery to me. I intend to be a miserable stick-in-the-mud all weekend; Amen to that.

It just didn't flow.