too tired to yawn
2004-05-14 ~ 12:14 a.m.

identity!

that is the word i was looking for, dancing like a nimble little elf right there on the tip of my mind.

locus of control.

i have to think about it.

in the meantime, that theater is bad news. i can sit here and even think back and now i don't feel as alone as i did a minute ago and i rather liked the alone feeling in comparison.

i would prefer a nice haunted theater somewhere with a pesky ghost wearing a cape.

i don't think i am in any state to be changing lanes, i'm not even certain i'm on the road.

then i got lost driving home in the rain, almost ran out of gas, and then the fucking "check engine" light came on. check engine for what? a winning lottery ticket? i won't be fooled.

not again.

heh...i really do get it. how funny.

two standard deviations...not just one. no big deal. taking the next step. no big deal. taking the one incidental, paper-work step...big fucking deal.

but still going, still going indeed...and looking a hell of a lot of better than the poor pink bunny. heh. not so funny, but i laughed.

game night tomorrow. i should check the weather.

yeah. no.

i should go to bed. yeah.

later*

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