Maybe it only shows up on the good days. Those rare ones, where you wake up and every step you take feels like the right one, even if you fall flat on your face.

your face on paper moons tonight. My imagination left me a few days ago, when I turned my back on fantasyland. Darn that place. The things I need to do in order to stay sane.

I've been reading about 'religious excitation'. Seems to me , everyone needs a 'why' instead of a 'who cares'. Pharmacology isn't the same it used to be in the 1930's. Which, in my opinion, is a good and a bad thing. Maybe the book I'm reading is outdated.

And I've been watching Carnivale a lot lately.

I only want what you can't give me...
I've decided, in some sort of unexpected wisdom, to move a little slower on the 'moving back to London' thing. Let's see how the job market treats me.

The peaks and valleys are hard to get used to. But know of others who ford those rivers and make it to shore. That makes it easier to wake up in the mornings.

But, you don't have any idea of what I'm talking about.