Friday, June 01, 2007
Unfinished.
Life is good, I think. People are leaving, but they always do. The weather is reasonable, which is saying something for this part of the world. I have a job, that I might actually be halfway decent at, that's always something. And yet, I have this feeling that something has been left unfinished, like the light was left on somewhere, that the heater is still running, like I left the house without my wallet. You know that feeling when you're running to do a hundred things, and just around the time you've finished the first, your mind suddenly stops, and you remember that you left your grandmother on the bus?? Yeah, that feeling.
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