Finals, drawl
12/12/2006 04:51 a.m.
I ought to be writing about mental illness and responsibility right now, but I'm not. Writing, that is. Or responsible, come to think of it. Mentally ill? That one I make no claims about.

I think I need to drive down the east coast in a few days so I can spend a day on the beach. I'll spend a day on Georgia's playground of dead millionaires, and maybe it'll rejuvenate me a bit. I'm going to make a pilgrimage to Macon after that. I've always wanted to see Rose Hill Cemetery. There must be something to a place with the graves of two gods and a few legends in it.