psansour's blog

 In looking at how long it's been since I have dumped my brain, one would think that the words would endlessly flow. That I would have to stop them before I (and they) became unbearably annoying. Seems it ain't so. Coming home to skirt! feels a little like going back home, land of 2500, where, if you're not at the local diner between the hours of 7 and 10, you don't get breakfast because the doors are locked. Seriously. It is a feeling of having to learn my way around again.