Palaxy Rivers It's as if the days were numbered. That one by one, they melt away yet it always seems I am on the day right before the last. A certain sense of urgenyt is always on my mind on these summer days. If not today than never I say. Because i am haunted by the free time that I once dreamt of so earnestly and not I am wasting it. I almost feel like a third world child who all it's life prays for a break from starvation, and then finds himself swimming in a pile of food and not eating enough of it.

Speaking of starving, I think my time has come. My unfortunate disease, which my grandmother so lovingly calls "Hoof and Mouth" as if I were livestock, has spread down the tubes of my throat, now causing me to pass up food instead of my usual indulgence. This is not only sad, but unfortunate because I find food is much better when I have time to appreciate it slowly.

One day soon I am going to go swimming. Today I went on a long bike ride alone for lack of any other source of excercise and ended up at Dawson's Creek. There is a gorgeous building there that has been abandoned for so long that they ought to put a "For Free" sign in the window because maybe then someone could inhabit it. I've actually had dreams where I live inside this building and have it decorated as my house(which is odd seeing as it is clearly just regular office space that was placed so perfectly near the creek that the property sales is probably more than outrageously high). So I thought today I might as well look inside and see if my imagination was anywhere near correct about the interior of the delicate structure. Although I imgained more divided rooms and less dust, my mind did a pretty fair job at filling in the blanks about the layout of the huge complex. Looking at it only made me wish for a minute that I was a ridiculously rich woman with too much money to handle who could buy such a building and make a dream come true.

Continuing on with my bikeride I came to my favorite little segment of the park and seriously considered jumping into the shallow creek. For lack of dry clothes, an excess of sanity, and the dangerously shallow water levels I contained my instincts but from that point on I have been craving the feeling of water on my rash-riden skin. I tried to quench my thirst by hosing myself down in my backyard but for some reason the effect was not quiet what I am looking for.

So my search continues: for less restful days, more adventure, deeper waters, smoother foods, and a reduction in property tax. Maybe then summer will feel complete. Until next time, dream on...  ¶ 11:16 PM