—Hunter S. Thompson
I took at walk at 3:30 a.m. to clear my head. A bat almost rammed into my forehead during the two mile trek. I take that as a good omen.
I feel a surge of optimism…wicked, mischievous, optimism. And I have absolutely no reason to feel it. My situation today is more impossible than it was yesterday. But that might be a part of it. I tend to have this escape pod in my rationality…after a certain point of stress and impossibility it jettisons away and everything seems a little easier. I developed that mechanic after a tiny nervous breakdown in junior high.
The sheer amount of words I have to write in the next 5 days is…nosebleed inducing. But now the impossibility sounds fun…in the right frame of mind. When I become a caricature of myself, when the corners of my grin touch at the back of my neck, anything is possible.
Loving it. Good luck – not that you need too much of that!
Thank you 🙂
budhisattre said:
Loving it. Good luck – not that you need too much of that!
You’ll succeed and do so admirably! Dive in, baby!
Will do, thanks.
sheriffjoe said:
You’ll succeed and do so admirably! Dive in, baby!
Hey Josh, wanna go see The Dark Knight next Friday?
That sounds like a plan to me.
mrs_borglum said:
Hey Josh, wanna go see The Dark Knight next Friday?
nevermore_66 said:
Thank you 🙂
nevermore_66 said:
Will do, thanks.
nevermore_66 said:
That sounds like a plan to me.