If You Only Believe

... the anger and disappointment and so on. So yeah, I'll just do that. Get my focus back. Stay the frell away from the city until the storm subsides (GOD ALMIGHTY, BRING UNTO US THE SWEET TENURESHIP OF CANCER, WHERE EVERYONE IS SOPPY AND WET AND EMOTIONAL AND NOT CONSTANTLY CHANGING THEIR MINDS), use this time to work on planning my next move for Quebec, dream of my windmill in San Marino, work on ...