2003-12-27 - 8:26 p.m.

[ mood | sore ]

[ music | Flogging Molly, "Black Friday Rule" ]

When your life grabs you by the wrist and drags you away, you can struggle against it and cause yourself undue pain, or you can match life's pace best you can and pray it lets go at some point so you can catch your breath. I'm not quite there yet but I think it might be soon. I'm praying it is. I miss ruminating on the finer points of life and philosophy for no other reason than to think about such things because they challenge me. I miss being able to write for hours on end without interruption and then do something mindless like mash buttons on a controller or idly change channels.

But I miss you most of all. Come home soon. I used to cherish my solitude, but now my life is horrifically empty without you in it.

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