I'm Back From that Dark Planet.

Funny how all the wrongs have been righted.
Funny how the annoyances are just as annoying.
All in all I'm back and better.
The doctors told me so.

I love my dog and the way he smells like rawhide and june bugs.
The way he always knows how I'm feeling.
Who knew cold noses and messy beards could bring the best smiles?

Outta the death trap.
A little worse for the wear,
But who's looking?
Certainly not you.

Next week, it's next week.
Doesn't seem like it.
Nothing seems like anything anymore.
Still waiting for the shock to wear off.


Not making sense is all I've got going for me...


Bedhead.