I just do not want to sleep. I swear, I'm quitting this time. Writing on my notepad, balanced on my steering wheel. It never comes out like I want it to. Things are just rolling off you.
Timing is everything .
This was a week when dreams started, slowly, to segue into reality. I had a blissful weekend down in the Peninsula, hanging out with old friends from college , with whom, amazingly, I still click. Spent a torrid eve in the peninsula, then suntanned with my idol femme fatale gangsta homegirl Kristin all day Sunday. She even cooked me an omelette. I finally got a keyboard.