I just saw William Shatner almost accidentally drive his spaceship into the sun, and somehow end up with webbed fingers. Yes, cable is now showing old Outer Limits episodes! Which tells me I should put some digital ink to digital paper, and spit out something. I wonder if I’ll bother with cable in my new place, or get one of those fun little $79 satillite dishes.
My mind is awhirl with potential today. Something great will happen, though I’m not sure what….
A new apartment? Showered with pixie dust? A new, better, amazing job? Some scintillating new insight regarding the woman I love?
Heck, I don’t know. I do know that this day is pregnant with possibility. I’m feeling good, very good about it.