Fishing is quite addictive. Even when you feel like you've been blinded and dehydrated beyond any possible hope of recovery, that last bass you caught makes you think of all of the other bass out there, waiting to strike your lure and jump into your livewell. Was Wednesday a good day? Oh yeah.
Hmm...off on a totally remote tangent here - usually when I see 12:00 on my clock down here, it means midnight. I don't think I've EVER seen noon. *shrug*
Ya know, I had plenty of interesting thoughts yesterday on the boat, but like questions that you think of right before you stumble your way into bed, they all disappeared into the night. I could point out that I'm 19 years and one month old today...but that's just stupid. So I'll havta settle on a good quote of the day (well, technically this should be Wednesday's, since I did think of this on the boat...only because I was singing the song to myself, but let's not get THAT technical). The Counting Crows, in their kick-ass song "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby," tell us that "The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings." Poignantly fitting for the 2002 graduates, I think.
Hmm...off on a totally remote tangent here - usually when I see 12:00 on my clock down here, it means midnight. I don't think I've EVER seen noon. *shrug*
Ya know, I had plenty of interesting thoughts yesterday on the boat, but like questions that you think of right before you stumble your way into bed, they all disappeared into the night. I could point out that I'm 19 years and one month old today...but that's just stupid. So I'll havta settle on a good quote of the day (well, technically this should be Wednesday's, since I did think of this on the boat...only because I was singing the song to myself, but let's not get THAT technical). The Counting Crows, in their kick-ass song "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby," tell us that "The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings." Poignantly fitting for the 2002 graduates, I think.
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