I could

I could really write a diary entry about now. I could write about how I’ve torn a muscle in my ankle… and how painful crutches are. I could write about the music I’m loading on to my MP3 player. I could write about my headache. I could write about the fact that I wrote a really long entry a week ago and the stupid web page didn’t save it for me. I could write about many things right now, but the fact of the matter is I would much rather be cuddled up in my baby’s arms right about now.