Delirious. I feel it. It's coming. Rain... feel it on my fingertips... But wait, there's no rain.. so what is it I'm talking about?
Doesn't matter. Cardwell wanted to find a drive-thru gas station. When he said that out loud, I immediately had to get on the phone and call Nathan. He sounds well and gald that the appendix burst is over with.
It's just my luck that something in my eye would stop a potentially awesome experience from happening. I'm sure there's some metaphor I could make about seeing things clearly, choices, etc... but dammit I wanted to have fun and it appears that forces worked against that. Drat! Round two.. perhaps.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
