Journal Entry: April 21,2014

It's yet another sunny,seasonably mild late April,mid-spring afternoon.While at work,on my lunch-break,I listen to my small walk-man device, to some rock-and-roll music and it makes me daydream of riding around in a red, sporty convertible with the top down, blaring the music as I speed off down the highway,with a hot, sexy chick next to me.Later on,as I'm taking my 3PM break outside,and some kids are walking down the block returning from school,I daydream about my future, VERY unborn children;this time just one son (8 or 9), and one daughter, aged 6 (Carol Anne wearing her "Osh-Kosh B'Gosh" overalls), coming home with their book-bags,my little girl showing me some drawing that she made for me while at school today.