so i hung up and poured myself a tall glass of irish cream and headed upstairs.
wondering how on earth i'm supposed to make things right. does one hesitate to act in fear that there would be a repeat of past mistakes? or should one act as he did in the past in hopes that perhaps this time it will work? with all great dilemas, the solution is always something revolutionary, and you would have never considered. so it is the struggle gainst time to find a solution to all problems. welcome to friday the thirteenth. on a lighter note, my long anticipated info book came and i opened to random page... dun dun dun... waterloo .... dun dun dun 3rd line was math! dun dun dun.... hmmm... its a sign!
Wednesday, September 11, 2002 :::
so i went to bed at 11 last nite... so many early nites.
now take a moment to reflect on the events that occurred a year ago.
when something like that happens, i tend to feel guilty for all the little things that i let get me down.
