Just Another Day.

I don't know what dragged by slower, the minutes or those rubber firestones. The sound of the engine was almost like a lullaby, the sound made my eyelids heavier and heavier. I awoke from the trance, the semi truck-horns were my alarm clock. The plunge into the the deep dark sea was my breakfast. Dinner came and went in the form of a last gasp for life. Looks like tomorrow I get to sleep in..

January 10, 2005