The dryer is going going going, my spandex is sweaty from a late night gym run, Catherine is asleep on the big couch, I just drank a lovely glass of water from the Brita, Justin hasn't called me to verify he completed his P90X workout, I impulsively bought Spirit of the Disciplines by D Willard on my Kindle (no irony intended), the image of black feathers sprouting from Natalie Portman's shoulder keeps coming to mind after an evening at E Street, Christ Our Shepherd starts at 10am tomorrow which means 7 hrs of sleep, and the light at the end of the brightly-tiled tunnel is a string quartet playing Beethoven at the National Gallery of Art the second night of this New Year. This New Year. This New Year.
Does that mean this Last Year can be left behind? Where it belongs? Gz? Gz? Gz?
James Franco's 127 Hours character cut of his arm to escape being stuck. I'm cutting of 2010. With a little help from my calendar. Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Goodnight, California! Goodnight, DC.
From the drafts folder
6 years ago
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