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I was one of seven. The others whispered and silently mocked me as I lay sprawled amongst three seats, my head nestled in my backpack as it rested on one arm rest, with syrah and hot chocolate coarsing through me. The lights dimmed and I planned my summer by the films paraded before me - Ice Age 2 and the Apocalyptic have become a part of my itinerary - and I prepared myself for two hours with uber-woman Tea Leoni and fire marshal Bill a.k.a. Shera a.k.a. Jim Carrie. I laughed for most of the two hours at bits and pieces of slap-stick humor, one liners, and most of all the desperation. That appears to be one of the things about desperation, it can be comedic and vice versa.
As I drove home, a small furry animal, most likely a rabbit, scurried beneath my wheels and did not emerge intact.
On this note I will head to bed in hopes of beginning a better day tomorrow as I escaped for two hours without thinking. Tonight I will not dream this much I hope.
As I drove home, a small furry animal, most likely a rabbit, scurried beneath my wheels and did not emerge intact.
On this note I will head to bed in hopes of beginning a better day tomorrow as I escaped for two hours without thinking. Tonight I will not dream this much I hope.