Driving round Star Park Circle last night, round and round and round, was hypnotizing. No one else in sight, the only lights coming from my headlights and the illuminated flag pole in the center of the circle. The stares of passerbys did nothing to end my circular jaunt. They went unnoticed, blurs of confused looks being passed once, twice, three times, more.

Tree, Cannon, Pedestrian, Cross Street, Tree, Cannon, Pedestrian, Cross Street, Tree, Cannon, Pedestrian, Cross Street.

Then it ended and the circle was left behind for the typical grid. My continuous left turn was forgotten. The need to go straight and make right turns to reach a destination took precedence.

My first thoughts every morning are about the next time I get to climb into my bed. While laying there, entombed in blankets and pillows and the smell of sleep, I imagine how awful it would feel to be anywhere else. Then, I imagine how great it is to climb into it all, and it almost seems to make getting out worth getting back in. So I pull myself out and go about my day, biding my time until I can climb back in.

some good looking siblings

Clinton and I are very attractive.