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I was up until 2am last night.

There's a blackbird sitting on my roof. All I can see are its tailfeathers twitching over the edge of the eavestroughs.

I had a dream about enforced hedonism in a Rolling Stones retreat for "invited" guests. It was very weird; people were forced to go from room to room and participate in "light" sexual activities and costuming.


The Foo Fighters' version of "Baker Street" came up "randomly" last night during my run and I thought of the prof.

He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna give up the crack and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town
And forget about everything
But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin
Cus he's rollin'
He's the rollin' stone

She said once or twice that she envies those of us who have had a different path through life, who are rooted in one place with family and home, but she makes no secret that she is set on being gone from here, as much as possible until she's gone forever...

It's not my place to change anyone.


My compass is spinning wildly, but I will hold the needle in place sooner or later.