I'm feeling a bit odd today...and that's different from what?
The bad
leaving from work
going straight when I used to veer left
no furry greetings
a small mailbox
echoes
a brace in the middle of my back
my choices
the future
the incredible emptiness in such a small space
not seeing those I miss and love
shivering when I'm not cold
An August day in 2008
The good
leaving from work
the last business day of the month
1200 watts bridged @ 8 ohms
futile hope
padded envelopes in the mail
Monday Night Football
my circle
my choices
an August day in 1988
what have I done?