plato

said "courage is knowing what to fear."
i'm kind of sick of writing about me. not much has changed since the last time i plucked at the keyboard while this screen was up... except that *frank escaped.
he simply walked out of the building. the alarms went off. visitor's heads turned this way and that. nursing staff glanced towards the doors, until one saw the man and his cane saunter passed through the window of the front entrance. the staff ran through the dining room, past several faces with worried looks, into the large greeting area, opening the first door, ignoring the loud alarm, and through the opening of the second door... (it did not close yet) staff took frank's arm firm and gentle. "where are you going?" frank replied, "i'm going home to make supper." staff almost couldn't believe what their ears were hearing. "would you like to have supper here with us?" the man seemed surprised, "you mean, you serve supper here?" "that's right. come on in and join us. we would love to have you. and then you don't need to cook." he wore a smile and walked right in and we had no more 'attempts' that day. (name change)
oh and i broke a tooth. trail mix. i blame the almonds.
(i can't decide if i like what plato said, or if i really like it. what do you think?)