Well, it's almost the end of March and good riddance! I drink in celebration of me and Tara's soon-to-be marriage. I don't care what happens to me, to hell with that so-called world of the present. The only thing that matters is me and Tara. It may be true that the threads of time that hold my existence together may be thinning out, but I ain't gonna be eradicated from existence, at least not until me and Tara's vows in love have been exchanged on that day when we get married.
