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"If you're going through hell, keep going."
-Winston Churchill
(from the bottle of honest tea that I drank this morning)
I stand at the sandwich shop across the street and notice, like the gait they have, the distance between each foot as they stride through the day, that some have this fluid motion where they walk into the store and without much in ( Read more... ) -
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It's inevitable, you stop riding the subway so when you do, again, you see these changes. First it's the fare, always going up it seems. Why is it that we're willing to pay $2~3~4 dollars for a drink but not want to pay $4.50 to be shuttled 15 miles; it's an odd sense of values. Then there's the platform, it looks the same on the surface, but ( Read more... ) -
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Feel tired.
Lately I've been waking up, setting an alarm to go off in 5 or 10 minutes then closing my eyes only to repeate the process once or twice more before finally getting out of bed to take a shower.
Where is the energy?
-Wednesday
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I wish I could say I morn for the lose of sound, music, but it's never really been a big part of my life like it is for other people.
This is the thought that comes to mind as I try to remember the last time I bought a CD. I bought The Wooden Birds CD today and checking their website it turns out they are playing a show here tonight. What are the ( Read more... ) -
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Wake up at 6:00 as I hear the dog stir, I'm not quiet sure how long he's been in my room. I change and take him outside. Without my glasses the full moon, large in the now brightening sky looks fuzzy and oblong. The dog has a strange 6th sense as he stares in one direction and out comes another dog with owner in toe. He does not poop and as we ( Read more... ) -
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I sleep with the window open, the cool chill in the air wafts in over my blanket and brushes my face when I'm not hidden under the warmth of the bed. This is one of the things I look forward to in autumn.
The wet dewy grass is cold against my feet and feels colder as the walk with the dog gets longer. The dog is playful and yanks on the leash. I ( Read more... ) -
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Drive slowly, hazard lights flashing in the oblivion that is drenched with a torrent of water that no windshield can seem to push away fast enough. My dad is seated stiffly beside me as I hydroplane.
I stop at Rutgers for some grease truck comfort food.
-Friday
I drop my umbrella juggling various items in my hands. The black plastic tip over the ( Read more... ) -
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I'm not sure whether to be pleased with myself for having had the foresight to save the bag of potato chip or be disgusted with myself for munching on that at 10:45 a.m. This day began with a plate full of fruits then started to degenerate with the hashbrown and now potato chips. I can't stop eating the chips. Help ( Read more... ) -
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An attempt to restore some feeling to my head, I order an espresso and proceed to be ambivalent whether it's to go or not. I'm more interested in the conversation that's playing out between the customer in front of me and the staff at the coffee shop. There's some back and forth banter about NYC. I accept the cup as it comes to me, pour some ( Read more... )
