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.
Monday, June 30, 2003
it's one of those days where you just feel like the biggest idiot in the world and everyone around is looking at you shaking their head in amazement and disgust at how stupid you are and how slowly you learn. oh well, it'll pass.
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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