The wheel keeps on spinning, and I keep on going. The smell of burned rubber is ignored. The car makes a strong statement via the knocking noise from behind. The clock reads 10:30 PM. Flat tire. Dark skies. No phone. Three hours later I'm home. It should have been 20 minutes.

Ivan! Ivan! How dare you go chasing after Charley and Frances? The tears and whining that you bring; may they be your downfall. I shall not run away.

Frances. Oh, Frances. Stop sobbing and whining. The trees can't take it anymore.

I think. Therefore, I teach. I love. Therefore, I ache.

Oh Charley, where art thou? Boarded windows. Out-of-stock shelves. Tree trimming. Tampa on alert. Your eye is nowhere to be seen.

A song is stirring in my head. I can't think of the lyrics. A book is swimming in my head. Writer's block.

Heavy lifting leads to neck injury, but can be alleviated by the alcholic contents of the object.

An unexpected Milkshake joins the family. Arf, arf, arf she goes. Cute puppy!

Multiple events coincide with a mean final exam. It's not my fault.

Hard Rock Cafe has weak drinks. I thinks. No after effects. Slept well.

Hard Rock Cafe has weak drinks. I thinks. No after effects. Slept well.

Hard Rock Cafe has weak drinks. I thinks. No after effects. Slept well.

A theory can be disproven by another theory. That is the theory of my story.

A little bit of this and a little bit of that. Mixed drinks make the room spin, spin, spin. A.M.F.

A present worth presentation deserves one good response. Shaky nerves, sigh, relief, and calm.

Dark clouds, rain and thunder shake things down under. Expectations crushed by a boring drive on I-75.

Sleep all day. Zzzzz. Sleep at work. Zzzzz. Sleep right now. Zzzzz.

Sang for Gmail. Whew! Improvised song.

Yay! Gmail account created. Tsk. Six to ten characters. Bummer!

Waiting for a Gmail account. Music pays off.