Yeah, I wrote the last entry right after taking my meds, so focused it was... I felt like Isaac on Heroes who goes all pale-eyed when he's doing his heroin-induce precog paintings. And it's kind of like my leaving voice mail... something we do but are afraid to go back and look-at/listen-to/re-read. But the only way that use can be drawn from these out-of-body/out-of-mind experiences it is to look/listen/read... much like crossing a street.
Okay, enough with the similes. I have an Orlando to visit!
PS. Thanks for the package, Anonymous reader.