The Heart Will Always Stay One Day Too Long.

Tonight:

The moon is in the wrong place and appears to be moving far too fast.

In the gas station, a crazy homeless man stumbled toward the Coca Cola cooler, mumbling about how "goddam George Dubya Bush is ruining the goddam country."

I read in The Secret Language of Birthdays that people born on my birthday have a predilection for the apocalyptic, and usually expect the worst. I concur; as I mentioned in a text conversation earlier today, either everything in my life is running smoothly, or it's the eve of the apocalypse (as far as I'm concerned).

All I want to listen to is "Go Places" by The New Pornographers.

Heart breaking as we speak.

Stay with me, go places.