A Night of Moving Pictures

Today was a walk away play. I am tired and I am never what I am "supposed" to be. The negativity keeps me away from tv and people. I now work to come alive and thrive in a moment without a muse. Be my friend in the end, and I will GRACE PARK it here all year. SMALL, BEAUTIFULLY MOVING PARTS kept me company in the night with the whole crew of season 3, disc one, BATTLESTAR GALLACTICA. I watched the original AND Buck Rogers when I was a kid. I remembered owning Battlestar Gallactica SPACEGLOW PUDDY. It was green yellow glow in the dark silly puddy. I still remember the comercial jingle. I guess it impacted on me severely. Not really, it just was. Can I grab your hand, friend, and go slow under the covers to go to sleep? I find myself loose in my communication style today. Maybe that sci fi all at once causes a type of seizure in my brain. I am okay but the NFL will never be the same. I can watch, but the connection is gone. I will replace it with day to day, and let the waters of the river flow gently to the sea.