I'm feeling a bit like this paper crane my sister made.
Not quite able to get up off the ground.
The vertigo is back.
Now they think it might be migraines.
I'm pretty low.
I can't take care of Jane.
But on the upside my parents are taking me home with them.
I always love to be home.
Especially when my dad says stuff like, "Even a blind hog finds an acorn every now and then."
I have no idea what that means, but I love it.