prophecies and let downs.
Last night, a man I do not know approached me and said just this: "Listen lady, I need you to play the lottery the next few days. The number is 750. You will win." So I bought a ticket.
I passed Wallace Hall. There's a wrecking ball hanging from a crane ready to smash into it and knock it down. Guess it's a sign that I should go, too.
Today is significant. I mean, everyday is significant, but today was my last day of work at Amadeus. And Mark Dushok's birthday. It's sad to think about a young person not turning 22 because he was killed when he was 21. In thinking of that, I received the news of another death. This brings it up to a baker's dozen. I hate saying that because it sounds so trivial, but I'm really tired of this. Tired of them all being unable to even rent a car yet. Missing out on so much life. I want to say that I am, too, in all this mourning. I know life moves on. But just because I've dealt with this so many times doesn't mean it ever fucking gets easier.
There was more stuff I wanted to right but I'm too drained. It just has to stop raining all the time.
I passed Wallace Hall. There's a wrecking ball hanging from a crane ready to smash into it and knock it down. Guess it's a sign that I should go, too.
Today is significant. I mean, everyday is significant, but today was my last day of work at Amadeus. And Mark Dushok's birthday. It's sad to think about a young person not turning 22 because he was killed when he was 21. In thinking of that, I received the news of another death. This brings it up to a baker's dozen. I hate saying that because it sounds so trivial, but I'm really tired of this. Tired of them all being unable to even rent a car yet. Missing out on so much life. I want to say that I am, too, in all this mourning. I know life moves on. But just because I've dealt with this so many times doesn't mean it ever fucking gets easier.
There was more stuff I wanted to right but I'm too drained. It just has to stop raining all the time.