I am thinking…I haven’t started work on my apps tonight …Seriously I often think about how I am missing out spending time with my mom, my dog and my home because of work.
I said…so far, so good, so what.
I want wine, woman, books, dogs, cottage in the hills, piano lessons and a 200 year old Japanese katana.
I wish I could write prose like Nabokov and poetry like Neruda.
I miss my father.
I hear the long whistle of the train.
I wonder at life, the universe and everything else.
I regret George W. Bush.
I am the Master of my fate, the Captain of my soul. So help me, God.
I dance...I do? Nah, not my style. I like watching friends dance, though.
I sing on my bike on the long and winding road.
I cry…no, I don’t.
I am not Elvis Presley, but my hair thinks it is.
I write stuff vaguely resembling poetry.
I confuse, he confuses, they confuse, we confuse, it confuses. Merci Beaucoup.
I need my family.
I should visit Europe.
I (don’t) finish water in bottles. A strange and useful habit. On long nights, on long waits, on long roads that go on and on and on.
The Overshoot Story
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