words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Monday, August 13, 2007
Day 1 of the rest of my life, not being lived as a blob.
Date: 8/13/2007 Weight: X lbs. Projected exercise: Jumping rope and walking around the track