Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is just another day.  Day after day, I do the same thing:
Get up, get dressed, and watch tv.  I don’t change my clothes, only
My shirt, so my pants are dirty and my underwear is not clean,
Either.  Day after day.  The light shines in through the window every
Stinkin’ day.  Every time I play.  My heart beats in my chest.
There is a test.  Tomorrow is just another day.  I like to hear what you say.
The river runs like rain.  It makes a splashing sound as I jump into it,
And swim like a fish.  The fish are plentiful.  I’d like to go fishing,
Tomorrow is just another day for fishing.  Any other day is like tomorrow.
I have found my way out of this day, and every day, I pray-I am lucky.
It’s not about luck.  It’s about tomorrow.  Tomorrow comes on skates.
Tomorrow is worrisome.  What if I get into an accident tomorrow?  What if
My man breaks up with me?  I don’t know what else to think.  Tomorrow is just
Another day.

I am alone.

Nathan:  I am…alone.
Aunt Mindy:  Oh, sill, you’re being all dramatic again.  This time, let’s add tears to the sniffling.
Nathan:  I wasn’t sniffling.  I was yelling.
Aunt Mindy:  No way are you going to get girl by yelling.
Nathan:  Then how do you get a girl?
Aunt Mindy:  By…groveling.  That’s how my Howard and I did it.  Apparently, Sally said I was the one to grovel first.
Nathan:  That’s something to be proud of…right?
Aunt Mindy.  You’re asking a lot of questions.  If you be polite, I’ll give you some mints.  
Nathan:  I don’t want some mints…I want to know how to get a girl.
Aunt Mindy:  And then what do you plan on doing with this girl?
Nathan:  I thought I was supposed to marry her.
Aunt Mindy:  That is one way.  Or you could take her to the dentist.