october 20 nba

obliterated tired quietly fulfilled thinking strategically and poetically That isn't meant to be a poem. They're just words. It's all just words. Words are like long balloons. Sometimes I twist them into a Kenny shape. Other times I twist them into letters I schedule-send to my partner in the middle of the night. Today I am using them to remind myself —— and the rest of you, incidentally —— that this stalled and largely stupid moment in history, the one turned the internet from a library into a store and then forced the store to use dynamic pricing, is nearly over. I am not known as an overly optimistic person, but I actually am. I believe in tomorrow. I don't even care if it doesn't come. Believing in it is the point. About five years ago, someone very dear to me gave me a metal keychain stamped with these words in this array: GOOD THINGS HAPPEN LOVE IS REAL WE WILL BE OKAY I put this keychain in my pocket every day. I don't read the words every day, but sometimes I will remember…