I'm feeling like I need a break of some sort. Almost anxious because I have less than a quarter tank of gas to get by on until I can go to the bank to deposit my check and make it to the gas station - on Friday. Too bad tomorrow is only Thursday. I nee to improvise. I may sneak some lawn mower gas from the gas cans in the garage and then refill them on Friday before my dad notices. (if he finds his gas cans empty he shits a golden brick)
Oh, you will. It is all a dream and since matter cannot be created nor destroyed, the dreams must be real in all their myriad forms. -Beowulf
This Delicate Thing God Has Made
The world is measured in peasants; smaller than a unicorn but, bigger than a tidbit!