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Trivial Pursuits

I’m so tired that my head is propped up on this bottle of Dasani so as to facilitate writing this entry. I just wanted to record an excellent and exhausting day (Monday) has passed. We got around 12 inches of beautiful snow. I enjoyed the beginnings of my classes and am definitely beginning to get a perspective on them. For the curious, Shakespeare, Physics, Multi-Variable, and QMCS (Intro to Java Design) all occur on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Thank goodness for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tomorrow I will rest and rest and rest some more. I need to recharge.

I used to want to try the blog without using the word “I.” Zeldman, the folks at Modulo26, etc. blog using “we” which I considered but ultimately rejected because of the remote overtones of royalty and self-importance that it conveys. As if “I” were not a big enogh word to contain one person. Well, it’s big enough for me.

I have calluses on my hands from guitar playing. It seems as if my elbow has healed mostly. I can confirm now that the injury was caused by playing guitar. It felt like carpal tunnel. Strange. Either way, I do hope my elbows are healed now. I will play piano tomorrow - the writing for the new album is going quite, quite well. I am really enjoying the rhythms that are coming out right now, I am looking for better left-hand counter melodies, however. Not being a natural at developing these, they will take some time to find their voice. I can wait.

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I’m sleeping with my eyes open, gazing open-mouthed.
I’m saying all the right things, but you see that I have doubt.

The things I took with me are the things you threw away
to feel a knife slipped into your back
is to die another day.

The leaves may change to autumn, as summer turns to fall
But something warm twinges inside me
Good things past is all.
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That completely popped out of nowhere. Can someone tell me what I was trying to say? I must away to dreams and visions, to a land where all is possible. I’m going off to sleep now, because I know it’s the right thing to do. Night means sleep and day means awake. Why can’t I get these things straight?

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