Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Tuesday, April 15, 2008. I always find spare whiskers under my bottom lip the moment I step into work.The scissors are to large to reach them. This is your morning wake-up call.

(A pair of guys are loading up a car with equipment.)
I remember when there was an interest. That could have been my imagination. I remember potential. Potential is what is hidden, all of what could be. We blow it out early, rushed thoughts, half ideas typed into busted screens. What is the difference between caring and taking care? I am supposed to be learning from all of this. I've written a month so now I am going back. I'm going to write the next month before I post it. Hopefully, I will have new calls on May 1. Hopefully, it will help me wake up.