Blinding in their own way. Instead of brilliance, they have a murkiness about them.
The plans are in order. There are prices to be paid. And time, of course time. And while the means and reasons for the plans are some of the worst I have ever experienced in my life, the end result is something of dreams.
To my mind even, something not necessarily real or attainable. But it will be. I refuse to let it slip past.
Wait, idea time. Before shower time.
Ok so the idea failed.
Annnnd this was much later, around when I got off work:
not right now
The night did not go well.
The night did get better however. Much better. I need more rum.
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