July 24th

Our brokenness and imperfection is what makes us us, an so trying to be perfect, although no toy will ever be made "perfect", what defines us is the cracks and chips and all the ways we tried to mend them, and make them like new. Perfection is defined as withought flaw, mark, or other spot to make it imperfect. No two lives are the same, we are like snowflakes, all unique, the water the gives us life frozen to our every part. We are like noone and nothing else, and we are to thank god for that... (see comment on yesterday...) My last day at work was a good one, it was fast and I made good money. I will have a decent paycheck to hold me over till I can get a job back in Rhode Island. Which is good, so, bedtime and the beginning of the end of my Southern Adventure...