A Quiet Day

I am a little early for breakfast at Bruegger's Bagels downtown. I am sitting at a table outside just wasting some time by writing something of small significance. I am going to Christo's Greek Restaurant in Minnetonka (MN) today for my Uncle Jim's 65th birthday. It is quite significant since he has shown the Irish drinking life his whole life. He has had quite a few periods of sobriety and now, I believe, he understands the whole maitanence of that plan. I hope that I am able to go to karaoke tonight. I have been pretty comatose this past week. I am wearing my new dress today that I got at Lane Bryant. It looks really nice. I see and feel the green cheer in vicinity. YOU, dear friend, are behind my eyes and very welcome to be. Can't we just celebrate every day and move towards emancipation? Be mine VALENTINE. I patiently wait for the baby gorilla at The Como Zoo. It is okay to follow my day. I feel as if it is quite quiet. I am trying to break through the realities that break when I am not in vicinity. I am more than just intel and creation, I am the reality of manifestation, but others have celebrated those gifts and have never told me. Just ask Officer Joseph Kejsa in Muncie, IN. They just ate me alive as I fought and fought and fought to get free. Danger every moment. I am tired of grabbing at the fruit in the tree. It should be time for me.