The Future is Acid
Today it looks like the clouds are clearing up, which is never a good sign. I've got about ninety minutes before the torture chair sessions begin. Tempted to take a pill to quell what I know is coming, but don't want to doze off in the middle of an exciting training session. That wouldn't be good now, would it?
I've got my girl, my girl's birthday party, a race with Mirror, and a meeting with a friend to look forward to. Beyond that there is sushi outside on my deck, reading in the sun while the hummingbirds put on a show, and a stack of DVDs that aren't reviewing themselves.
The future is acid.