Cells have memories.

Mmm, this latte` is so good. Thank you, honey.

We're about to go Halloween costume shopping, for a party tonight. I know, there's nothing like last minute. I figure the perfect costume will hit me, and I won't have to be a ...

Gosh, I just had a total flashback to T-lot. In the middle of the winter one time at NDSU in Fargo, I had to park somewhere out in the middle of T-lot. I think all off-campus students had to park in T-lot, but I digress.

I was working on my deadline at The Spectrum, and maybe Nightbeat at KDSU, and by the time I came out of there, T-lot was empty, save for my lone Cutlass Supreme.

It's, like, ninety degrees in South Texas today, and my body feels like it is battling those 40-mile-an-hour winds and -40 temps to cross that empty field to get to my flippin' car, then just pray the thing would start, because there was nobody around for a jump.

I know I have no right to complain, because I think that was the only time I ever parked in T-lot, and maybe there should be a rule against de ja vu blogging,