Think back to your highschool years, when we were young and dumb. Remember that feeling you would get when you knew you had done something wrong, and were about to get caught? Perhaps you got in trouble in class, and your mother just answered the phone.... and its the school. Maybe you got in trouble with a friends parents, and they called your parents... and you were about to walk in the front door. Or maybe you lied about something and weren't sure if your parents found out.... and they just knocked on your bedroom door.

You know that knot in your stomach when you think something bad is going to happen? That knot that lingers and waits for the inevitable to arrive?

I have that knot right now. And I don't even think it's because we stole a grocery cart from Albertson's and towed it home behind my Tiburon. I mean... we got away with it, and kids do stupid shit all the time. So I wonder what this knot is scared of; I wonder what my subconscious knows that I have momentarily forgotten.

And I fear the moment when reality is going to come up and smack me. I just wish I knew what it was so I could get some damn sleep. I also wish it wasn't happening on such a great weekend. Antigua last night was a blast. Drinking with buds at my place tonight (and stealing the shopping cart) was HYSTERICAL. Everything I can think of is great.

It's what I can't think of that is keeping me up tonight. But here's hoping. <3