Do you believe me when I say I'll miss you when I'm gone?
I thought my next entry would be talking about books again (In Search of Stupidity, to be specific), but that'll have to wait. I've only got through the foreword and introduction, being distracted as I am.
There's a storm coming. People are going nuts, what with recent events. Supplies are flying off the shelves. Work is setting up disaster recovery plans, thinking about where everyone could be when the time comes and how to move to safety. I'm thinking of one thing, one place. It's a lot farther than Austin, than Dallas, than Oklahoma City. It's not as far as New Jersey. I was supposed to go next week and come back in October.
I want to go now.
I think I could go now.
I want to work out plans all quick-like, but there are many busy people and many busy systems.
I have enough gas to get out of the bad zone. And maybe just keep on going.
There's a storm coming. People are going nuts, what with recent events. Supplies are flying off the shelves. Work is setting up disaster recovery plans, thinking about where everyone could be when the time comes and how to move to safety. I'm thinking of one thing, one place. It's a lot farther than Austin, than Dallas, than Oklahoma City. It's not as far as New Jersey. I was supposed to go next week and come back in October.
I want to go now.
I think I could go now.
I want to work out plans all quick-like, but there are many busy people and many busy systems.
I have enough gas to get out of the bad zone. And maybe just keep on going.