:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Wednesday, July 09, 2003 ::

Second Verse, Same as the First
It's another long day at work (I got home at 7 yesterday), though this one might go even longer, since I have several major tasks to get absolutely done by tomorrow, if only because deadlines make work happen in my head. I wonder how school will come along next year. It's a little scary, honestly. On the less-scary side, Ben and Christian (among many others) will be gone, which means fewer excuses and pitfalls on my way out of the apartment. So many nights did I pack a backpack full of implements of learning to find myself on a dancedance pad or a lambskin rug. However, I will still have friends (barring anything desperate), which means time spent with them. The point is that there exists a small infinity of ways I can and do waste time with which I must come into balance. It's growing up, really. Earlier to bed and all that.

I'm still enthused with the aforementioned musical joy that is Grandaddy (which makes perfect sense, as it was mentioned yesterday), and wish to spread the seed that is his glory far and wide; i.e., go and listen to it. It's not the time to get snobby about "breathy" voices with "no emotion," because that's a poor reason not to enjoy something like "Lost on Your Merry Way." Don't tell me the bridge on that song doesn't have any emotion.
More to come later.

:: Aziz 4:17 PM [+] ::
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