That's the words that were ringing tonight at what I was expecting to be a reprieve from all the madness I keep experiencing. You see, I'm a square dancer. I'm a court reporter. I'm a caretaker. I'm a musician. I'm a really big dreamer. Lately, I feel like a loser. So no matter how well-meaning everyone was, going to our club dinner and having everyone ask, "Where do you work at now?", well, it just sucked. Tomorrow is my 48th birthday and I'm still here with my grandmother helping her out. Or is she helping me out. I tell you, when I first arrived here from El Paso, I was not me. It was such a horrible time in my life. My whole world had crumbled and here I was in a situation I'd never dream of, of having to take care of my 91-year-old grandmother who, as it turned out, was not the grandmother I had always thought she was. I guess that can go both ways. Maybe I ended up changing to her and she could say the same thing...