Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wading through yourself and losing your keys in the muck, then time runs out and you have to try again tomorrow. Who was it who got to decide how fast we all have to be at everything? It doesn't leave much room for meditatioin. Or even coffee with friends. Coffee with friends where noone has to leave early.
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