Your cocktail sir,





2004-09-01 - 11:16 p.m.

Iíve spent the last half hour tossing and turning in the heat. I miss the cool nights of the past week. I miss the chill in the night air as I bundle beneath my covers and welcome fall. Summer, it seems, is making a comeback.

Tonight I went and saw Hero. I was missing something, wanting something, and I had no idea what it was. But, after seeing Hero, I realized that it was color. And honor. Thatís what my life is missing at the moment. Color and Honor. Capitalized and lacking.

Which are not good thoughts for 11 pm on a Wednesday night where the heat is making things shimmer elusively out of grasp and the sleep aids I took cloud my thoughts and whisk them away from my fingers, elusive wisps of thoughts that giggle and shriek like giddy children just out of reach.

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