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Sunday, January 30, 2005

Thunder

"So when it's over, you'll be dead. And I'll be dead. And anyone else that really matters will be dead. And nothing will have changed. Am I missing the part where this becomes a good idea?"

"I said it was an idea. I never said it was a good idea."

There is that subtle rumble in the sky that lets you know big things are coming. But sometimes the thunder and lightning come without the rain. Here's to hoping.

Anyway...

"You know how there are times in your life where you think, 'I probably shouldn't start shit with someone that much bigger than me.' ? Guess what. This should be one of those times." - Kong

I helped my father put away his Christmas decorations today. For a guy with money he lives in an awfully small house, but he and his wife have managed to amass a ridiculously large number of Christmas decorations. I counted nine door wreaths alone. They only have three god damn doors in the entire house.

I spent some time at work tonight. Extra time really. There were things that needed to be done of course, just nothing that really needed to be done at right that minute. Truth is I just didn't have anything else to do.

I got two phonecalls from guys I hadn't talked to in a few weeks only a few minutes apart. We talked for a grand total of thirty seconds, just long enough that if anyone were to ask we could say we talked recently and not really be lying.

I think I've lost touch with some people I never meant to lose touch with. People I wasn't friends with for long enough that our relationship can rightly stand being out of touch for so long. But I don't yet think our friendships are over... or maybe I'm just not willing to admit it yet.

I haven't seen The Phantom of The Opera in over three weeks. I'm very proud of myself. I still listen to the soundtrack regularly, but I'm finding other ways to calm myself and The Afflictions haven't seemed to get me very often lately.

I hit the bookstore again tonight and was only three or four steps in the door when my bookstore inner-monologue started. I might start another blog just for those damn things. Although I would be the only one who found them interesting...that's never exactly stopped me before.

I'm tired.

Thunder goes boom.

"When'd y'all start takin' me so damn seriously?" - Palomba




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