I’m tired. No rest for the weary, though. That’s what the weather channel told me this weekend. My best friend told me that last weekend. I am buying into it, as much of the stock I can get.
I have nothing to say, or maybe lack the energy to say it. I have a few drafts and an update on my project, but I just haven’t gotten around to finishing them. So I pick up some scrap words and put them down here right now.
If I’m fortunate, tomorrow will be unabatedly critical in me beginning a new chapter in my life. Well, I’ve already begun it, but I’ve either been trying to write it down without ink, or scrawling it on napkins because I lake paper.
Two lines to a paragraph. Two by two, hands of blue. Twice, I woke up today. And now I’m falling short. One more thought though, I am pretty sure that the mantra I buy into the most in my life is it is better to be lucky than good.
This is where the stream ends.
Roll ’em.