Album: Here Comes The Night
Strangely calm and restless. Is that possible?
Saw a dead cat on the road this morning from inside the bus. It was such a sad sight - gray tabby, lying right in the middle of two lanes, some blood. And I have to wonder: What is it about dead anything that makes me so squeamish?
I wish I could devote at least three hours every day to dance practice.
Another fruitless day at work.
Exhaustive.
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