The future is sitting right now in your living room. And its good to see him again. He's on your couch, talking to you, waiting for you to finish his sentences and fill in the capitol of North Dakota. He wants you to ride your bike, eat some homemade meals, laugh at night time television (aka Wipeout!), and hear his pain. These are all noble pursuits. I'm planning on being the noblest.
Hayley saunters on to High School through this fence tomorrow. I wish it were a vignette from High School Musical (FAME!), and we will dance and sing our way to graduation. Instead I'm worrying if juice boxes are 'cool'.
I'm daydreaming about 'driving all night to hit LA in the morning light', waking up on the tundra in nowhere Alaska, setting my cruise control at 90 mph meditating while S. Idaho passes by and pumping my fist in the air to anyone that wants to sing in my face. My restlessness of Indian Summer is blooming.
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