Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Tonight I managed to avoid the rant I broke into in a letter today (be ready, DT. This one may end up a bit of a doozy), that flew out over two pages before I'd regained the sight in my eyes, mumbling, "what happened?" out into the crowded coffee shop.
There's a far off storm rumbling on the horizon. The damn thing appears to be stuck, perhaps behind a tornado or oversized Big Boy, I'm not sure. Whatever the case, I'm ready and impatient for the damn thing to strike.