feels like ralph eugene meatyard in color.
cats are sneaky.
leaving for hoosier-land later tonight at 3am. we’ll see lydia play field hockey.
speaking of hockey. to-night i played street hockey and my team-mates
said they noticed something different about me. i was a trash-talking,
cheap-shotting, goal-scoring machine. and it was amazing.
we won 4-2.
waking up soon is not going to be fun. and i’m on first shift of drive time….