Some how days stretch into weeks into months.
If anyone else has read Carlie's liveJournal ever, you too will most likely think it was taken out of a genious poet's mind... because it was. But she will never admit it. I miss her so much. It has been 3 weeks since I've seen Carlie. And I still have to wait another night and workday to be with her. I am excited for the drive. I've noticed that I look at people a lot. When anyone drives by me I always look directly at them for a second. I don't know why I do it. The other day Richard and I were coming back from delivering something at a school and we were stopped at a light waiting for a train to pass. There was a guy with a bike on the left side of the road walking around, waiting. After a while he leaned over on the side walk and puked an interesting bright pink catfoodish substance. He wiped his mouth and kept walking around. Then he walked back to the same spot on the side walk and let a little more out. I thought it was considerate of him to use the same spot twice. Maybe the road would have been a better choice... but sometimes you just can't judge how far you will get before it's out of your control. Maybe he had food poisoning. I wish we were able to play last night. It made me frustrated. Clarity Process wanted us to go after them, so we finally agreed to.. and then there wasn't enough time for us to play. David has to work tonight... so I doubt we'll be able to play at the Spike. I realized that on the 15th is the Every Time I Die show in Seattle... Josh said he is going to it. We are planning a show at the Spike on the 15th... I do not know.