Sometimes when I'm up somewhere high looking down, I wonder what it would feel like to jump off...not because I'm suicidal, but because I've never felt the air ripping through my hair as gravity pulls me to back to Earth.
I have a million things I could write here and I don't want to write any of them. Even this isn't an obscure enough place for them. And I pretend to be an open book. I used to really be one, when there was nothing in the book that hurt to talk about.
I am pretty sure about one thing though. When I am old and look back, I think the spring of 2008 will turn out to be my lowest point. At least I hope so. There's been a saving grace during this time that I'm very thankful for.
Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.