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Rain made the air fresh and cool this morning. I woke up last night to the sound of the big storm rolling overhead, with the steady sound of water and thunder. One of those days I'd like to just keep driving and driving to get somewhere else, end up in another city and sit on a patio with a glass of iced tea.

I'm wearing my new shoes, leather soft and comfortable. This would be a good day to go swimming.

birds

A retirement home for old birds of many colors - An interesting little article that I can't help but wish was longer. Perhaps the job of National Geographic.

bonus points if you spot the Nabokov reference

Quiet days at work are frustrating. I would rather be busy and too occupied to notice the hours dragging.

I started writing something in the past week. So far it's just some random paragraphs sketched out on a notepad. I don't know what to say it is yet, because it's not formed enough. I suspect that perhaps I am too young to write this story the way I want it to be done. Maybe it's going to have to live alongside me, and won't come together until I'm older. But I had a dream, where I was talking about the book and said "The Freudians will want to know that I gave the main character Texas, and the job I always wanted to have. As for the rest of it, well, it's hard to say for sure."

Time to go home, buy cigarettes, buy liquor, buy books, and be merry.