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.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
forget it, i no longer endorse nyquil...i am beyond "having some problems shaking it off"...i am groggy and falling asleep at the desk like nobody's business.
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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