Why do I think it would be romantic to wake up a 3:00am and go for a walk in the rain?
For the past year or so I've had these strange thoughts almost nightly before falling asleep (like it's relaxing and a sleep aide or something) about small groups of people banding together in apocalyptic times for survival in the outdoors. Like how we would set up shelter? How we'd provide security from any threats? Another very visual image that for some reason I've started seeing as intriguing. I think it may have something to do with watching movies like, "The Birds," or "On The Beach" or "Lifeboat." So maybe it's Alfred Hitchcock and Stanley Kramer's fault?
Sometimes I find myself actually looking forward to going into work just so I can get the eight hours in hell over with and get to the start of the next period of sixteen hours away from the place.
Often times, my idea of redecorating and changing the feel of things is moving an object an inch or two to the left.
I've heard it said before that the city of Keizer was built on one big ant hill. About twice a year I have an invasion of ants. Sometimes I wonder if due to my efforts at eradication, if Billy, Frank, Harry and Donald ants and mates fail to return to their homes after a day on the town visiting my kitchen counter, if maybe the other bazillion-odd ants in the colony will take notice and move on down the street?
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