Clock in a thunderstorm

Just back from Chicken Little with family and neighborhood. The tween humor and pasty 70's soft pop hits aren't my style, and Zach Braff's mildly software-enhanced voice was not enhanced enough to be appropriate. The payoff was the movie about the movie at the end.

I thought I'd eat a pizza. But the delivery time was later than I thought it should be. Instead, I thought I'd have a hair cut. But the line at Hair Cuttery was longer than I was prepared to endure. I thought I'd write a story. But the ending was too far down the road to see with my bad eyes. So here I sit. Not waiting for pizza or a haircut. Not waiting for the night or for my ship or for the sky to fall. Not waiting for sleep or for inspiration. For the moment, I'm waiting for the moment. And how nice...here it is.