The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Ain't gonna float no more.

Not well, in my body, but first my mind. Being floated to another facility sounds ok. But it is like being thrown in the deep end, then someone pushes your head under, all in fun.

So, today, I'm sick at home, and rightfully so.

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