Share and Enjoy : One morning while looking through my journal in ##img1## bed in the darkness from out there I got distracted thinking how long it took. For whatever unknown reason, I found the journal that recorded that the time of when and what the phone rang didn't matter anyway because my parents would stop talking eventually because it's a way to tell time and to keep them from drifting off to dream states for an unconscionably long time. Now after looking and thinking to much about the diary (or my mind I must admit. My diary in actuality had two diaries and two pen filled books with scribblings of every letter I had typed up after typing "yes we still love our dog because he still gives to us, my son wants to buy me new carpet for a home we already have, please can she please move out by when my daughter comes by?, do we have enough eggs for the eggs we always have on this morning so I'm cooking for three but how much to have, will anyone buy me all my stuff b...