Dear Diary,
Today I awoke with the early dizzy light, and drove the usual 45 minutes to work and diverted 6 blocks to my pre planned run within the forest of Sharon Woods. My early jaunt loosened the wax of my mind and set the natural opiate spiked pituitary cocktail better than any corner bag exchanging dirty hands. I saw a doe and thanked her. Later, I changed out of my Phat Pharm sweats in a corporate bathroom at work; you could hear the thoughts of others before they graced the coveted mirror, that a hobo has adopted the 3 by 5 cubicle equipped w/ latched door and auto flush. So inspired by the radius of natures reach, I took my 30 minute lunch break on my mountain bike along a paved path along a serene river. (This is becoming quite a habit.) It is simply amazing what a person can do in the space of a half of an hour! As I returned, you could feel the misshapen eyes upon me, as I pat randomly at the profusion of moisture produced by an insane friction. I just smile, and say something clever like, you think this is odd, you should see me in the real world! The woman across from me could not hide the misgivings of a telling blush.
Yours,
~S~
Today I awoke with the early dizzy light, and drove the usual 45 minutes to work and diverted 6 blocks to my pre planned run within the forest of Sharon Woods. My early jaunt loosened the wax of my mind and set the natural opiate spiked pituitary cocktail better than any corner bag exchanging dirty hands. I saw a doe and thanked her. Later, I changed out of my Phat Pharm sweats in a corporate bathroom at work; you could hear the thoughts of others before they graced the coveted mirror, that a hobo has adopted the 3 by 5 cubicle equipped w/ latched door and auto flush. So inspired by the radius of natures reach, I took my 30 minute lunch break on my mountain bike along a paved path along a serene river. (This is becoming quite a habit.) It is simply amazing what a person can do in the space of a half of an hour! As I returned, you could feel the misshapen eyes upon me, as I pat randomly at the profusion of moisture produced by an insane friction. I just smile, and say something clever like, you think this is odd, you should see me in the real world! The woman across from me could not hide the misgivings of a telling blush.
Yours,
~S~
Before I forget again, another favorite book from childhood is The Velveteen Rabbit. Poor little rabbit always gets forgotten...
Thanks for your inspiring little tale about my situation.
I love me some Twilight Zone, fo' real yo.