This is an entry for the sake of having a recent entry.

On the outside.

My head is full of questions.

Questions which I will never ask.

I don't want the answers.

This is a completely idiotic stance of course. Particularly considering that the answers I make up on my own are far worse than the real ones could ever be.

One would think that being aware of a problem would make one more able to correct it.

The more aware of it I become, the more likely it is that I will run away and join the circus.

I imagine covered bridge lemonade to be the most delicious lemonade on the face of the earth.

I want some.

To drink it down. Savor each drop. I now crave it.

I might be one of only two people who have ever even heard about covered bridge lemonade.

I am special.

So there.

Worst.

Migraine.

Ever.

Ok, maybe not ever, ever... but worst that I can remember.

But no rest. Too much work to catch up on. And obligations tonight that must be met.

So after I will curl up into a ball and pray for death. Which won't come because I won't really mean it. It's just a migraine after all.

Every day is like the first day.

And every day makes me want more. More first days. More first touches. More firsts with you.