I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Saturday, January 18, 2003
ended up going bowling tonight. unlimited bowling for 7 bucks. we bowled four games. i scored an 87, 93, 91, and a quite impressive for me 143. then we went to steak and shake. i dont know why but i am unbelievably tired. goodnight.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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