My life is almost devoid of routine. This is my attempt to capture the strangeness of my days.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
It's better than I had previously thought.
I merged onto I-435 northbound at Eastwood and was behind a black hearse with a flag-draped casket inside. That changed my day. My problems seem pretty small.
I happened upon your journal, read this last entry and thought, 'my day is better too.'
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