So Bright and Pink...

Moments take us to random places, but tonight it is sleep...

How sad was that to receive, even as expected as it was in the end.  The timing of the final elevator ride, and table seating at #8, almost a mockery of chance as well.  Tempted to drop the number, and who knows what manana might bring, but wise in your madness...

Al’s call and the likely trip to Windsor, and the lack of deodorant, and the roasts to W.W. Spice - “in your thoughts or prayers, as is your habit...”. And the L Hoyt tribute, enough to make you care.  The randomness of the Marjorie hallway line, I’m so glad you’re here.  Beer = headache, but = coherence/recollection....

The knowledge of the South Georgia card to Annascaul. Full circle.  Wake up S.  Hey little Hollywood.  Oh baby.  And Happy birthday Anna.  The happiest, as it is an annual wish in the direction of lost love.  So funny how you always seem to turn that up.  Lovely last line among the Velvet Underground tonight.  I’m still not content.  But there are moments I am, and that’s enough.

Big month coming.  Don’t not do it.