Thursday, November 12, 2009

Dangerous Times

I forgot how freeing it is to speed down an interstate at midnight with Simon and Garfunkel blaring in the speakers.

Old mix cds bring back memories of dust and hilarity and every emotion in between. Yes, dust is an emotion, reserved solely for ghosts.


Since when did I get so organized? Maybe this is why I can't seem to get enough sleep these days.

OR MAYBE I have some weird strain of the pig flu floating around behind my eyes and porking with my brain? Maybe.

Going to sleep.

1 comment:

scott. said...

I listened to Bookends today while reading your book.