Before your eyes even open, the ground is beneath you and you better run, lest you fail, fall, or die. Strange when the day before it seems like you were wandering carefree. Sometimes I feel so cynical. And I get in these angry moods stemming from nothing, but maybe some deep unexamined pit within. Every so often the black tar residing there bubbles up, and here I am, sucked toward the pit. But, I know that everything will be alright now. Now, of course, that Macauley Caulkin is back in business. Yes, so everything in the world will be right again. lol. Forgive me. I have a scene tomorrow that I am dreading because it is crap. It's too short I think with little substance a certain person drives me crazy. Stupidity is continuing to look for an answer after it has been thrust into your hands...repeatedly. And when I am in moods like this, it is nearly intolerable. Though I don't let it show. Jekyll. I promise it is. Not Jekkyl. Stupid AP prompt. Burthen? Burden. They shouldn't be allowed to make mistakes. They probably do it on purpose and condemn us if we don't realize them. Time to retreat into slumber. Don't complain. After all, you didn't live in Guernica. Neither did I. So remember to be happy. p.s. I love Mick and Keith and Charlie and Ronnie. They are mine. They just don't know it yet.