apostrophenow

Ah, it's another beautiful day outside.

There's a light breeze blowin' through the window,

sometimes it smells like nature's b.o.

- but today it has an Autumn-y scent, you treepeople would dig it.

I feel a little bit sick from partying last night, and I'm debating whether or not I should just barf and be done with it. I didn't sleep particularly well and I'll probably hit the wall before I see any turkey.

There are a dozen or so beer bottles sitting on the window sill; the sunlight, sort of grayish and washed out, is playing against the glass and casting rootbeer colored laserbeams all over my room. It's cheery, and a little blinding.

I am thankful that I don't pay any income taxes. How 'bout you?