Tonight All I Want To Do Is Dance.
I Don't Know What It Is.
But I Can't Stop Moving My Fingers.
Like Thing From The Adams Family.
I Can't Wait To See The Sky Tomorrow.
On The Way To Work For 7am.
Im Stoked.
To Say The Very Least.
At Work Today Studying 'Manual Handling'.
I Notice In Bold Writing.
'GET A GOOD GRIP'.
Excellent Words.
That Come At A Convenient Turning Point.
It's Reassuring.
To Most It Would Be Unnoticed.
To Some It Has Meaning.
What's The Point Of Getting A Grip If Its Not Good?
Jibberish.
Words Typed In Lines Making Little Sense.
Purely Because My Fingers Can't Rest.
I Don't Necessary Know What To Say.
But Writing Seemed To The Right Thing To Do.
I Have Pins And Needles Now.
This Can't Be Good.
Why Do They Call It Pins And Needles?
It's Such A Difference What Good Company Can Make.
I Know Some Pretty Incredible Human Beings.
Impecible Personalities.
The Most Beautiful People You Could Ever Know.
The Luckiest Girl.
Who Has Finally Got A Grip.
A Good One. xXx
