It's 4:27 and my mind has begun to wander from work to want. To be honest, from where it has wandered is unclear as it had been wandering for some time. Is it possible, perhaps to wander where one has wandered once before? One thing is certain, alliteration is fun.
It wanders to a beautiful rocks glass, brilliantly orange and moist with condensation. I am thinking of something that is cold to the touch but warm to the tongue. It feels like heaven, it smells like space and it sounds like I'm getting drunk. Hooray!
See you at A.C.'s.
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