The day, like a pale parchment of purple ink and plausible ideas... the page soaks up the ink, like the mind soaks up the thought "I'm going to accomplish something today"....
another day in the books...
one step closer.
another fifteen hour drive through nowhere land... another 27 bucks into the van... there must be something wrong with us...
another day in the books...
one step closer.
another fifteen hour drive through nowhere land... another 27 bucks into the van... there must be something wrong with us...
I'm tired. I have to work at 4am. Wait, I just realized that you also work that shift. Neat. Ok, goodnight!