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I just got in from walking Charlie. No the time on this entry does not deceive you. It is indeed nearly four AM and I only got in a little after three. Once I saw him I felt so incredibly guilty I grabbed a scarf and his leash and ran out the door again. I gather I have the word doormat written on my face, because it's the only explanation as to how my own dog sways my intentions so easily.
The world looks different at night. The lack of light forces you to use your own vision without any aid. The shadows seem to spill onto the pavement and as you round every street corner, you're caught up in a place between tranquility and uneasiness. Poised at the zenith, looking down.
I really ought to get some rest though, I've got to be up before ten. I'd like to finish up as much as I can before flying out to LA for the 27th. You know when your body aches for sleep when your own thoughts pull you closer to slumber. My own body is doing something similar at the moment.
The world looks different at night. The lack of light forces you to use your own vision without any aid. The shadows seem to spill onto the pavement and as you round every street corner, you're caught up in a place between tranquility and uneasiness. Poised at the zenith, looking down.
I really ought to get some rest though, I've got to be up before ten. I'd like to finish up as much as I can before flying out to LA for the 27th. You know when your body aches for sleep when your own thoughts pull you closer to slumber. My own body is doing something similar at the moment.