This face is all I have - worn and lived in...
I have been programming straight for about 8 hours, devolving into a spaghetti mess of self-referential kluges. Probably me and the code. It works though, for now. Hours and hours and hours of programming and hours more needed just to do what I really want to do, communicate and teach. Sigh, I actually really want to just live again.
It's been a year since I went running - down from ~5-9 miles a week. I've done nothing for a year. it shows. And worse, it feels, and it self-reinforces and perpetuates the withdrawal into myself. Sigh, as the Bebo song goes, it's safer ground just keeping to myself.
And every single heart that I have held
In my hands, in my clumsy hands
I fumbled them around until they fell
It's much safer ground just keeping to myself
But I still dream of tomorrow
Where the past will not be in my way
Passion lives another day
And I still dream of tomorrow
Where perhaps she'll wait for me
And perhaps she'll wait for me
Yeah right.
Well, at least I got to spend hours listening to music I haven't listened in a while.
Like this one...
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I’m doin’ fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line
It's been a year since I went running - down from ~5-9 miles a week. I've done nothing for a year. it shows. And worse, it feels, and it self-reinforces and perpetuates the withdrawal into myself. Sigh, as the Bebo song goes, it's safer ground just keeping to myself.
And every single heart that I have held
In my hands, in my clumsy hands
I fumbled them around until they fell
It's much safer ground just keeping to myself
But I still dream of tomorrow
Where the past will not be in my way
Passion lives another day
And I still dream of tomorrow
Where perhaps she'll wait for me
And perhaps she'll wait for me
Yeah right.
Well, at least I got to spend hours listening to music I haven't listened in a while.
Like this one...
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I’m doin’ fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County line