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Monday, March 14, 2005
Raining Bricks
Posted by Sam at 9:39 AM
This weekend was strange. In everything that I did, I continuously felt as though I was one step behind everyone else. I couldn't keep up with anyone... physically, socially, intellectually, emotionally. I don't know why. Maybe I had a lot on my mind... actually, I know that I had a lot on my mind.
Have you ever felt that way? Like, no matter what you are doing, your timing is just off. And it is off by such a minute amount that it's hardly perceptible, nevertheless it is fucking everything up.
Grrr...
Well, anyway... it is Monday morning. It is sunny outside, yet the looming workweek hangs overhead like a bleak storm cloud... about to rain bricks on the unsuspecting masses below. Ok... I really need to stop listening to Lacrimas Profundere first thing on Monday morning (Lacrimas Profundere translates into something like "weeping profusely").
I don't know. Maybe when the coffee kicks in I will be feeling a bit more cheerful.
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Sam is an amazing and humble guy. Once, he rushed into a burning building, up six flights of stairs to save a kitten from certain death. He speaks eight languages, has mastered three varieties of martial arts, is a wine expert, and is a pulitzer prize winning author. Sam is an international heart-throb who prefers a quiet evening at home knitting afghans for the homeless, to the go-go, glitz and glamor of the party scene. I think the day he won the silver medal for ballroom dancing at the 98 olympics was the happiest of his life. Pretty impressive for a guy who never finished the 8th grade. - Carrie, 04