Flying high ... (written while literally)

A long, long time ago, it seems, even though it really wasn't. The older you get the more quickly time passes. Two months? A lifetime? Today I like number 3 the best.

If I could catch it, wrap it up and sell it, I would make a fortune. Too bad for them. It's all for me.

Turn a new page. Tear the old one out.

I used to read novels like there was a shortage of words. I would get upset when they ended. It was like I had lost a friend. Trilogies and series silenced those complaints. I haven't indulged in years. I've come to like my reality better. White wine and sleeping pills? Not required.

I prefer my eggs ... [and] bottomless coffee, thanks. Wait. That's number 1.