After an complete day of rest, I have awakened to find a wholly blank mind and a truly bland life. I can now easily imagine how Rip Van Winkle truly felt after havin' awoken from his nap to find himself 20 years into the future. I only awoke to face tomorrow, which I understand is actually today, and, yet, I seem to be lost in a world I no longer understand. What in the Hell do they put into Tylenol PMs anyway?
Posted by notGeorge at February 24, 2004 10:52 AM | TrackBack