When you finish the third of four laps you get the feeling that one more and it's home. Tracking the acceptable level of confidence while highly medicated needs reinforcement not just in the pants. How can you right it if you can't write it? I've been around the world imaginatively so that's not it, but falling below acceptable just doesn't cut it. Is this all it is? If so, not bad. It's like going al dente and getting away with it. Crushing it isn't as essential as getting it done OK.

If dendrites were just tendons I'd be walking the dog instead of wobbling like on a log. Getting through the metaphoric fog is a kick because doin' it with my girl. Better than that guy who should have gone to Sears to get a seersucker suit but instead he went to Cox's (the suit wasn't seersucker). And how did Katie ever get that door-barring monopoly?