New Original Drabbles, to spark the juice flowage:

Someone told me I'm a morbid person. Hmm...

Escape
Sodium vapor lights soar overhead, tinting the starless night orange and gold, fading to brown and purple. The great lake, its cresting waves slapping against the guardrail, whispers my name as I glide down the drive beside it. On my left, the city rushes past me like a great train, screaming its city whistles of traffic and citizens. The top down, the wind rips its frigid fingers through the tangles in my hair, its kisses stinging my cheeks.

I am screaming through the night with reckless speed and hopeless abandon.

If only I could escape myself with such ease.

Scatter
Crisp and bitter leaves scatter in the wake of the speeding car, drawn behind it with a magician’s wand. Bitter and broken, they crack and whisper as they are pulled along, rushing and somersaulting in the air, churning end over end. Each of the tiny crestfallen pinwheels crash and scrape against each other, casting scattered shadows in the brittle golden daylight.

As the wake weakens, thins, and dies, nature’s fragile paper maché returns with boredom to dew-slick asphalt, content to be drawn as still again in death’s silent sketch, forgetting or not knowing how close they were to escaping.

Less than half ain't really much of nothing.

My first week of training is officially over, and I made it through pretty much unscathed. I'm actually starting to like it. Today I was able to actually help someone out with my horrible experiences in computer related disasters. I get my first check next week. I also picked up my last check from HD today.

Anyone that still reads this journal had to see this coming: Neil's kinda...over. No big dramatic fight, he just kind of wandered away. Things that good don't come so easily, and things that seem too good to be true, are. I would be lying if I didn't say I'm pretty bummed. I rushed into it and got excited over a stranger. It happens. I just wish I wasn't so gullable and so inclined to wear my heart on my sleeve. But, really, I guess in the scheme of things, how much can I grieve over someone I knew a week? Without being total tunes, that is.

There was a lot of other stuff I was going to post, but now I don't really recall what they were.