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nothing at work, nothing at home, nothing unusual. it was seventy degrees when i left and forty-one when i returned. i felt the same. there wasn't a change in my body or head or hands or feet. i took woodward all the way to work today. all four windows down, and the sun roof, or whatever you call it. i rolled up my sleeve and stuck my hand out the window. going forty-five in a thirty-five. playing the songs long and over and over again. i could have driven with my eyes closed, 'cause it was that wonderful. and tomorrow might be great and then the next day might be silent. but i'm not there yet, i'm here. and everything is fine. everything is... just as it is.
jaymee came over to watch the baxter. but we couldn't. so, we ate waffles and watched bits of groundhog day.
i'm spreading myself too thin. and sometimes i think i need someone to throw me a rope, or a ladder. but, then i realize that i wouldn't take it. i feel like bilbo trying to give up the ring.
jaymee came over to watch the baxter. but we couldn't. so, we ate waffles and watched bits of groundhog day.
i'm spreading myself too thin. and sometimes i think i need someone to throw me a rope, or a ladder. but, then i realize that i wouldn't take it. i feel like bilbo trying to give up the ring.