"A collection of parts produces the concept of a vehicle." -- Samyuttanikāya

I'm hot blooded, check it and see... I've got a fever of... well it's only 99 actually. Cold sweats are awesome.

I worked a half day today. I'm probably going to call in tomorrow, but I'm not betting on that just yet. I'd honestly rather go and try to make it through a day- but if I wake up feeling this lovely than they can stick their 008's up their asses. (I'm glad that only nerds that catalog will get that to the fullest)

Just for fun, this is what I scribbled in my journal last night at some odd hour, half awake...

I wonder if the broadness of my dreams is something that will, in the long run, inhibit me from actually going anywhere. To pick a place, my Peru, and focus on it, maybe I can actually find a way to get there. I could drive to the Gulf and then find a boat. I could sail the ocean waters, meandering and drinking in the salt air sunsets. Docking in my South America I see myself riding on the back of a bike or a scooter, feeling the tropical land breeze. I long to see trees I can't hug, hear all the birds I've never imagined. I want to breathe thick air and redefine my opinion of green. I could feel the weight of waterfalls and scream and shriek at bugs the size of softballs. When I get to the edge of the mountains my feet won't hurt, yet. When I climb to the first summit, with a million views that will take my breath away a million times I'll fall to my knees choking out laughter. I wonder if there will be an echo. I want to lay in the grass in the middle of that ancient city, feel the mountain breeze and watch the sunset. If I should die before I wake, I hope my dreams will take me there. Machu Picchu.

So now it makes sense considering the fever...