11/8/05 Everyday my ass

Ok, maybe not everyday. I just read what I wrote a month ago when you left for Afro-ca, sounds really depressing, I can't say much has changed. I mean, I carry on about my days just as anyone else would, but there is always that stigma in the back of my head, that empty void. I think I'm getting all outta wack because I havn't ran in a few days, that usually helps. When I get done venting my depression I think I'll go for a nice long run.

Yesterday I sent you a email, I was starting to go off on a tangent about how I missed you so, and that I can't do the two years, then Joplin's bobby McGee song started playing and it instantly made everything all right, the power of music :) I ask why such a powerful song with so much meaning between you and I would start randomly playing, devine ? probably not. Just a coincidence, but why would fate fuck with me like that ?

Ok, it's six and I need to start studying at seven for Java II.


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