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Dec. 17th, 2002 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireWhen I left last night, I had intended to go straight home. Being up at three in the morning, and Melynda falling asleep halfway through The Ref once again... but I found myself speeding down 183 with Tool up at a skull splitting volume. The road was almost completely empty, and slightly damp, under a nearly full moon and fast moving cloud wisps. It was calming.
Driving is centering sometimes, when there is no where in the world to go.
We made pancakes this morning. My grandmother worries that I am a heavy drinker, which I assured her is far from the truth. I just have a lot of stories that revolve around bars and drinking. My grandfather is trying to fix all the faucets in the house. He tells such good stories. I worry about them, living so far away.
I think I'm going to the video store, and then to drive in the sunlight. It's sixty degrees and sunny. Hardly December at all. I have no sleeves on today.
Driving is centering sometimes, when there is no where in the world to go.
We made pancakes this morning. My grandmother worries that I am a heavy drinker, which I assured her is far from the truth. I just have a lot of stories that revolve around bars and drinking. My grandfather is trying to fix all the faucets in the house. He tells such good stories. I worry about them, living so far away.
I think I'm going to the video store, and then to drive in the sunlight. It's sixty degrees and sunny. Hardly December at all. I have no sleeves on today.