pensiveWhat I don't understand is why I'm on hold.
Driving in to work today (a beautiful morning to have a convertible, I must say), I realized that I'm waiting for something. What I'm waiting for, though, I'm not sure. But I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a precipice waiting for the cue to jump so that I can... what? Soar? Fall? Dive? Not sure. Not sure.
So I'm waiting.
I don't like waiting.
me
Signs, signs, everywhere signs...
