There's this awesome pic of a little dressed up girl, screaming screaming, with her little hands stretched out, and it's sitting right in front of me, but I'm too lazy to try and post. It's alright. I'm enough of the picture. up, smiling and yelling in frustration. 'Mornin:')
Also, the shock still keeps me up at night, living now armed with the horrific knowledge that i've been breathing all these months completely unaware that Anna dies. She's been dead and to me she's been alive and all this sudden death is disorienting...
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