If you haven't any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble. ~Bob Hope

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Well I'm singing this song, cause it's time it was sung

I think it's time to officially resign from my resignation from life. Actually, I am going to rename it a sabbatical from responsibility.

Sometimes the answers do come when you stop thinking about the questions.

You know what a good song would be tonight? Old Shoes by Tom Waits. Maybe just a smidge...

Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed.
And goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Another couple of emotional housekeeping things, and I may have my groove back.

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