April 29, 2003

  • “I feel diseased
    Is there no sympathy, from the sun
    The sky’s still fire
    But I am safe in here, from the world
    outside
    So tell me
    What’s the price to pay for glory . . .”
    (Finch)

    Yet another song I have begun to obsess over.
    Wierd day. Not too good, but I was very happy during mutual . . . and anxious.
    Joy and Happiness and Anxiousness.
    Wow this blog makes me sound like I have ADD along with myriad other disorders *sigh*

    P.S. Monday’s post you have not read yet (I accidently posted it as private instead of public)

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