I painted the room pinkish white. The smell inferiorated my entire self. The day went weary. I know I should have left the house and get some bread and milk and pass by Ted over at Mclarens but my head still hurts despite the aspirin I took a few minutes ago. Rain is coming tonight. Finally after her 45-days annual getaway. I hope she found the so-called peace she's meaning to get. The divorce shook her. But I know she knew that there's no more way to keep the pieces back together. She had the impending dread that it will never work out. I feel sorry for her. She loved him. She did. But sometimes, love isn't enough.