I finished my book last night.
I'm not in the mood for another.

My iPod has "Stopped working" and sadly, it can't be "fixed".

I'm sitting in the Airport.
I'm listening to Salsa and Clearing my mind.

I already have the window seat.
All I need now is a blank Canvas. Something, anything I can use to paint the patterns of my mind on.

I have a scribble pad.

Planes are always good for thinking. Planes are always good for plans
So little distraction.
And now, as fate would have it... what little distraction I had once equiped myself with is now gone.

It's the Perfect time to think.
It's a Perfect time to push crazy Colum aside and think rationally. Well, more rationally than normal.
"Do I really want this? And what am I going to do about it?"
The answers, all of them are screaming at me. Some of them are hiding behind others, others are obscured by feelings so strong and yet so unfamiliar.

I promise I'll sort them all out.
Just be prepared for the answer I'm going to give.
I can't warn you. I'm not sure what it's going to be.

Time to embark on a hearlding voyage through thought.
It will undoubtedly be a bumpy flight.