here I am floating...again.

I finally figured out what my sleeping brain meant when it wrote the word, "Trunk." After two days of consideration, I realized that I was referring to how when we went to La Ronde on friday there were not enough seats in the car and Rachelle and I "had to" sit in the trunk. This was productive; few other things about today were. I have to get up and go someplace because otherwise I will sink into a deep vegetative state of measuring walls and surfing explodingdog.com -- as my recent, worthless posts reflect.

Why has everyone suddenly faded away?

Sometimes things ARE what they seem.