I woke up late this morning. I just spent a terrible night. Summer's not even here yet and it was 38° C last night. On top of that, I've come to realize that I don't have a voice of my own. For the past months, I have been La Maz. The nick name I was given almost ten months ago. It suited me well, I wasn't too thrilled at first, but I comfortably settled in it. I have a great need to please, and I guess that was part of it. How pathetic I sound. I should get back to work and figure out whether I have a voice or not.