Showing posts with label time is the fire in which we all burn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time is the fire in which we all burn. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

I want to know...

...when I started to get old. Time was, I could sleep on the floor, and be fine the next morning. I swear that I was ten minutes into a hot shower this morning before my neck and knee loosened up enough to feel normal again. Isn't that just the way it goes? I get my head unscrewed up in time to start popping and clicking in the morning.