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The Weekend started with me trying to deal with finishing up at work. So, after sitting down, and horribly failing to get myself together, I stuck in a CD, and pressed play. I let the young soothing sounds of Speech's "The List Goes On" hover around me, and fill my head with thoughts of letting go and getting back to center.

( Work Talk )

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( Nickels & Stitch )

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( Family Village )

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( Thai Scotch Films )

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( DJ Accidents )

I switched out CD's and put on Pearl Jam, drifting off into the night on a ribbon of black highway:

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

The night was feeling old. And so was I.

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Did some writing in my head (the best placee to start) for one of the scripts Alex and I are working on...though I really need to put it down on paper soon...An Empty White Canvas waiting for a stroke of a pen, the caress of a key to begin...

Drove down and gathered up my comic books from the store (addictions are wonderful and horrible, terrible things), and then went down to Claim Jumper's to meet up with Dave.

We sat there for a while, talking about work, VEGAS!, family, politics, career possibilities, hopes, women, vacation plans, clubs, friends, drunken antics, open doors, and the accoustics of Dave's apartment. All over hot wings, drinks, seared Ahi and onion rings.

Our waitress was cute, too. So...neatness...

Now, it's back to the grindstone, designing a website, writing a manesfesto, trying to get my shit together, and pretending that a hot shower, a Twinkie, and reading through some comic books and some Tolkien will make the world shine like tomorrow.