On Sunday I woke up tired. My muscles were screaming. Fully clothed, wallowing in a swamp of my own sweat. It was 6am. I had sharp hunger pangs and blog post idea steaming in my head. And I thought, ah, si we’ll be home the whole day? Let’s work on it. But first, we eat.
Friends, sometimes you see people out there and their faces refuse to leave you. Sometimes they don’t even have to talk to you. It could be brief eye contact, but they continue to flicker in your mind long after. They drop out of nowhere and plaster a print in your head. At least that’s how it was today with this lady I spotted in traffic.
Darkness is falling outside as I write this. I’m in the car. I’ve resorted to sit here because the house is a bit noisy, not that this is any silent though, the car’s stereo is turned on low. This relaxes me. Of course what I’m not telling you is that the song playing now is something by Timmy T-Dat. This man with the absurd lyrics and an even more laughable voice, it’s a sad time to be alive folks.