You ever have one of those Mondays? You know the ones where you rush out of the house at 4:30 in the morning. Get halfway to work only to figure out you have forgotten your keys, so you have to turn around and drive the 15 miles back home grab your keys and head out once again. Only this time you get stuck in traffic?
Yep, that was my Monday.
Nope, it sure didn
So today was interesting, not work, work was, well; a four letter word. I did however go in an hour early (5 am yikes!) So I was supposed to be able to get out of dodge by 1 in the afternoon. That didn
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I'll let whoever is reading this in on a little secret, I have odd dreams. Not just odd, but like bad acid trip dreams. Which kind of sucks cause I never did acid. They usualy involve Polar bears, eskimos , and flying Orca's. No I am not a fan of shamoo, but that overgrown tuna still creeps into my head at night.
Anyhow, I just bring this up because I had a very wierd dream last night, wierder then the norm.
It started with me argueing with the Milk vendor to pick up out of cod
Alright, So I just posted the first chapter of my ongoing rewrite. What was once Failure of the Heart has morphed into Living in Surreality. Im very interested in what everybody will think of it. What I have gotten back from my circle (darker, more sinister name pending ) has been very encuraging including the following bit I got from my editor concerning My worries about chapter five.
Seriously an amazing story you have here! I can't wait to read more... you have this amazing ability to m
My frailty was you, perfectly damaged you. What was at first forever, slowly faded, into something more like maybe never. Yet I remained steadfast for you, shunning all else who came. For simply complicated you.
Even when you said when we have nothing left to loose, I still remained true.
I still do.
I still do.
My frailty is still you, and I have nothing left to lose, except, for perhaps you. The one thing I'd never wish to loose. That fate, however, has already come true. So
