Pitter Patter of Little Feet

Now that I had a chance to think about it, maybe I am running away. I'm running away from an ankle-deep mudpile and jumping into a neck-high pile of shit.

As Olivia said, "You can’t fool me with all of your silly excuses for going to DC."
I asked her back, "Were my excuses really that silly???"

But we both agreed that my "manfriend" as we call it was cute. Even Hui thought so.

But what actually am I looking for? What am I after?

I can't figure it out. All I know is that I'm in a deeper stack of doo-doo. A few months and I'll probably suffocate and die.