Oct 15, 2007 00:55
The strike is happening.
I bet 8 days on the strike pool. I hope I win.
Tomorrow my floor and I are going out for breakfast and we're going to explore the countryside and random fields. Electrical fences will be unavoidable. This time I know better not to touch them, no matter what anyone says.
When you're normal, it makes me miss you more than I already do. But I know that it's only an off night, or maybe it's not, but it will never happen for you and me again. I still wonder though, and hope. I will always think too hard about it, and you will forever be that guy.
Dashboard in November.