Daily Archives: January 11, 2003

The Taste

It tastes like the morning sun on your face. It tastes like wheat toast slathered with butter. It tastes like a two egg omelette with dill. It tastes like a well brewed cup of tea with milk and sugar.

Yeah. I could get used to this.

What Freedom Tastes Like

I guess I’ll find out when I wake up later on today. I quit my retail job, getting my Saturday mornings back in the process. Tomorrow is the first Saturday without work in a long, long time.

I guess I’ll get some errands done.

Or something. I don’t really know what to do with myself. Maybe I’ll just go to the liquor store and get set up for some Blue Hawaiians.