Re-Enact '68. This is neat, I want to attend.
I'm sitting at a sidewalk cafe. I feel nice. I got an idea for a screenplay today (screenplay what? McKee it up), and I think it will get written. And, it is an inspired story motivated by purging. Ha! I wrote a poem too.
This is a welcome change from late. I'm glad my tired fingers are pumping out some nice combos. Maybe I'll get a power up.
I want to go to Madrid and get all tan and careless and drink espresso and explore cobbled alleyways and stop running into other people's lives. Comparisons killed the kat.