It's almost midnight and I've got ads to write and posters to design, yet all I can focus on are Idle times, the wine in my glass and the melodic beat of rain drops on my vintage window pane. A few moments ago I discovered a penny lounging heads-up on my bathroom floor. I'm thinking I'll pick it up tomorrow...after all I don't want to waste my luck on just one hour, you know--in case it expires. Is a penny like a birthday candle? Do you get a wish? Or to at least suggest the category to which you'd like your luck directed?
After watching what may be the worst movie I've seen this year, I've spent the better part of this night thinking about timing and how it's not my friend. If only my mailbox were so magical. It's a shame to look back and see things I'd do differently. But I have to believe it'd all lead to now, if only to avoid the pressure of responsibility.
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