Is probably the worst idea I have ever had. Especially when I have to get up in a few hours and work all day, but it was free and I was hoping to see a boy, a pretty boy. I didn't. So now I'm drinking coffee, reflecting on the day/year/life and missing grandma something awful.
I have the reaccuring dream quiet a bit now a days. I'm on a bike that is a bit funny shaped (I pretty much stand up and have arm rests...it's strange) and I have to go to the next town on this bike and it's sometimes an upwards journey and rather long. At the next town I always have to stop and fill up my (pedal) bike and the struggle to find money is always there. The gas station is at the end of this long, steep winding road... After paying for my gas I always have to enter the town by going into this hill and every time I go there it's a feeling of entering hell. The literal Hell not the fake ones we make up in our day to day life. I never remember what is going on in that hill but then I leave and have to start my return journey on my oddly shaped bike up the steep hill past the gas station and over the miles of terrain that I never see. Who wants to decipher that one?! Work is good and shit at the same time. meaning one job has slowed to a measly 20 hours a week while the other is banging out 40 hours a week with a big fat raise and status promotion. So I guess I can't complain too much. I think that's all I got in me tonight, perhaps I'll actually sit and down and tell you a story soon. I miss that.
Much love and Warrior On.
