Wednesday, July 21, 2010
That familiar itch, that just can't be scratched just yet. . . .
Is it the heat?
Is it the time of year?
Is it boredom?
Do you ever have desires to do something, or memories, that are brought on by a time, place, location, event, etc. . . ?
These last few days, I've had an itch I just won't be able to scratch till September. Not that this bothers me, because I can wait, but everytime around NOW, I get the same urge to be on the hunt. It doesn't go away till February. At which point, a small side of depression is served up. Ahh, the cycles of our lives. . . . .
Is it the time of year?
Is it boredom?
Do you ever have desires to do something, or memories, that are brought on by a time, place, location, event, etc. . . ?
These last few days, I've had an itch I just won't be able to scratch till September. Not that this bothers me, because I can wait, but everytime around NOW, I get the same urge to be on the hunt. It doesn't go away till February. At which point, a small side of depression is served up. Ahh, the cycles of our lives. . . . .
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- Will
- I'm Will, I'm me, I live in an average American town, in a modest house. I have an honest job, and I work till the workin's done. I like a lot things, and dislike few. I love my wife.
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