Sometimes I see things like it's the first time. That's a poem I've been wanting to write for awhile now. I'm going to have to do that before I forget the lines. Sometimes I dream up actual songs and song lyrics and poems in my sleep but then when I wake up, it's all gone. Well anyway. One morning I was in a car on my way home and I saw what I thought was an eagle gliding through the sky. The sight of it was so achingly beautiful I wanted to cry. Except it wasn't an eagle. It turned out to be a low-flying airplane. Guh! Finals start this Friday. My birthday is the Friday after that. I've a paper on that day, too. I've never had an exam on my birhtday before. So. NBA? Detroit or LA? How dull..I wouldn't care either way. I'm gonna go get some Goober Grape.