Mar. 09, 2004 @ 11:13 a.m.

It seems that every day my eyes slide open as I lay crumpled and comfortable on my bed to a new knowledge and personal worth knocking at my door, wishing to embed itself into my personality and soul. I’m forever finding my opinions to be wrong and I continue to replace the bad ones like boards on an old home, built in the late 1800s, in the middle of a prairie where the sow has yet to be reaped. Slowly other houses are beginning to expose themselves as the sand storm diminishes and my drought on this prairie seems to be coming to end. Yesterday I thought I noticed a little green sprout out on the patch of pure mineral dirt sprawled about my front lawn. I think that today I’ll go have a look.