Unable to return to sleep following a lengthy, yet somewhat unsatisfying, early morning phone conversation, I thought maybe I'd write a bit or sketch. That sucked so I got up and took a shower. While I stood under the hot water, I wrote a very long tribute to my shampoo which smells wonderful but definitely is not blog-worthy. I've always been a little odd and unfocused but recently I find myself perseverating on the smallest things: the smell of my shampoo, how wonderful fresh green beans taste, and my daily desire for raisin bagels and energy drinks. Anything else seems to sap my energy.
Maybe I should try to figure out why but I don't care. Yesterday I saw an old lady in one of those little scooter things. She had a rooster in the basket on the front.
Sometimes life presents it's own interesting moments.
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after burning her bridges behind her, she slowly swam back to collect her thoughts ..
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