(I wanna be in the room where it happens…)
This was just an odd day. I went to bed on Thursday feeling like I might be sick. Come to find out when I woke up that I was sort of sick; stuffed up nose and a sore throat. But it never got any worse than that. I kept expecting to have that run down feeling come over me, yet it never showed up. I just felt odd.
As such, I got a bunch of stuff done except writing.
Now, here I am, writing on my phone while sitting in bed, ready for sleep, but knowing that I cannot end this day without writing something.
And this is it; purely a statement of being – I am here, I exist, and I have made a squeak in the void.
Goodnight, Springton! There will be no encores!
