Spaced, Madly.

I know what I want. This isn't a lost cause, I have door. I have a key, it's rusty. But it's a key nonetheless. I'm rueful, but that by no means is any denotation that I didn't try. God wants me on the same way, he just gave me a rusty ticket. Doesn't matter. What matters is now. I don't suck. I've just had a less-than-awesome week.