Monday, January 31, 2005
Like Brain Surgery
So I'm sitting here, typing. And I've got Nolan on my lap asleep, and every time I take my one hand out to type, he lifts both his arms up, like Dr. Frankenstein, or like a patient in brain surgery whose arms spasm because the surgeon just hit that part of the brain. His hands grab my thumb, and then he's back asleep, unconscious.
