tales from an ordinary world

2000-11-03

The western star was just another planet, hiding up behind the tower of our town hall. I was disappointed. It was pretty, but it wasn't the real thing. It felt like I'd walked for miles. All this worrying about all the people leaving work for greener pastures, making sure everyone gets around to signing the cards, trying to find some kind of useful present for them. 3 people at once. It's over now. I'm tired, but it's not the kind of tired that easily turns into sleep, it just makes you sit there staring into 85Hz of glorious nothing.