Part of my reaction to my diagnosis of infertility was deeply sarcastic and critical, part of it was morbid, part of it was numb, part of it was neurotic and desperate. To mush all of those notes together would cancel them out. I ended up just trying to keep them as separate as possible.
Every day is Thanksgiving. On this stage you're going to hear God and none of them other words, and I ain't going to touch my stuff.