Most days just kind of slip by… you do your thing, go home and do it some more, and let yourself fall into whatever pattern seems suitable based on the last time something big happened. And then there are days like today, when you talk to a lot of people you don’t normally talk to, say a lot of things you wouldn’t normally say, and through it all, feel somewhat hopeful, like you made some progress or something. As Ice Cube so eloquently stated, “Today was a good day. Shit.”
fools_crow says:
On another positive note, though, your knees don’t appear to be bruised anymore.
May 25, 2006, 3:17 am