Today I took myself for coffee.

Some people just plunge ahead into the road and trust the folks in the cars to adjust.

It's 2006.

"I don't like space!"

It's hard to believe.

Screw it, I'm making a second cup of coffee.

"Coming from somewhere fun?"

When I get there, it'd better be good.

"Oh it's happening... don't you worry."

Since we're just about to the finish line of the MAP Year Project, I'm going to level with you.

"Did you poop?" is not a question I expected to hear today.

It's late and I should really go to bed but I can't put this book down.