1. A taste of my art journaling:
2. Cleaning. More cleaning. And sweeping. Sweeping is not cleaning.
3. (Everybody in the ol' cell block, dancin' to the jailhouse rock.)
4. A new computer and a very confusing keyboard. (Seriously, this thing is so spread-out and hard to type on.)
5. Paperwork.
6. MASHED POTATOES.
7. (And I don't need this life, I just need somebody to die for.)
8. Still mulling over Harvest America.
9. (Well, I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord...)
10. And such an overwhelming sense of grace; grace that saved a wretch like me.
2. Cleaning. More cleaning. And sweeping. Sweeping is not cleaning.
3. (Everybody in the ol' cell block, dancin' to the jailhouse rock.)
4. A new computer and a very confusing keyboard. (Seriously, this thing is so spread-out and hard to type on.)
5. Paperwork.
6. MASHED POTATOES.
7. (And I don't need this life, I just need somebody to die for.)
8. Still mulling over Harvest America.
9. (Well, I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord...)
10. And such an overwhelming sense of grace; grace that saved a wretch like me.
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