The long day stretches before me,

No planes to catch, no friends to call.

Nothing to do but wait, watch, look and listen.

So instead I write, sitting here blank book in hand

Thoughts running amok. Maybe I'll go see a movie

Maybe go to the Bookstore. Maybe I'll go back to bed.

The long day stretches before me.

12/26/2006

Posted on 12/26/2006
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