If dreams were like bombs i'd be hezbollah, and no im not afraid of that metaphor
the architects
call it clarity or something like that, but I feel different, even better.
maybe its coming down from a busy weekend with lots of food and alcohol.
maybe it is the fact that I got a new job for next school year (more on that later)
I don't know.
but laying in bed last night, reading "the kite runner" I figured that I had best get a grip on my shit, and start doing what I need to get doing.
no false fronts, no pretense, just doing what I need to do.
and thats what gonna happen.
it has to.