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don't move don't talk out of time don't think don't worry everything's just fine. just fine. I feel numb.
And I do. That song used to be my failsafe during the worst of Junior high school. It's been running through my head today, mixed with "The Bright elusive butterfly of love" (don't ask me why, but blame CBS-Fm), "The Show Must Go On" (Q 104 played it this morning. And the problem with that song is that when I hear it once I have to listen to it again and again.), and the song mentioned in the subject line.
I'm a mess. I am too many things at once to think. Everything and nothing make sense.
I have an overwhelming desire to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
Someone mentioned it on one of my zinelists and I remembered how much I love that show.
Plus, to make things worse, the office is insane today. Absolutely crazy.
Someone hug me?
And I do. That song used to be my failsafe during the worst of Junior high school. It's been running through my head today, mixed with "The Bright elusive butterfly of love" (don't ask me why, but blame CBS-Fm), "The Show Must Go On" (Q 104 played it this morning. And the problem with that song is that when I hear it once I have to listen to it again and again.), and the song mentioned in the subject line.
I'm a mess. I am too many things at once to think. Everything and nothing make sense.
I have an overwhelming desire to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas."
Someone mentioned it on one of my zinelists and I remembered how much I love that show.
Plus, to make things worse, the office is insane today. Absolutely crazy.
Someone hug me?
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Date: 2002-09-11 09:14 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-11 09:19 am (UTC)yes. it's that and some other things related to it.
If there was ever a point in my life that I wanted to fast forward, I think this would be it.
Trouble is, I can't find the remote!
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Date: 2002-09-11 09:40 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-11 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 09:45 am (UTC)some days are better than others, eh?
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Date: 2002-09-11 09:52 am (UTC)some days you hear a voice, taking you to another place. Some days..are better than others.
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Date: 2002-09-11 10:31 am (UTC)and of course *hugs*
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 11:51 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-11 12:03 pm (UTC)I am just grateful that tomorrow will be here soon. What's tomorrow? Just tomorrow.
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Date: 2002-09-11 12:25 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-11 01:10 pm (UTC)It's difficult to describe the unthinkable.
from an e-mail from my mom on Sunday:
Date: 2002-09-11 12:41 pm (UTC)If you get in, you might enjoy it cuz you were there recently.
At the beginning he said he hasn't been back to downtown since 9/10. He said he didn't know why but he couldn't face the city knownig there was this big hole where the towers used to be.
He said "maybe it's because I'm a writer, and writer's use words, and when there are no words, we'd just as soon not deal"
I thought of you - and Robert's concern that you didn't think about it.
Of course, it's not your town, or your towers, or your loved ones who died,
but also it is awfully hard to put into words -- and if it can't be put into words, it's hard to think about.
Anyway, I thought it was a cool thought.
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Date: 2002-09-11 04:09 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-12 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 04:21 pm (UTC)everything is just so WEIRD today. I feel you, girlie. I really do.
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Date: 2002-09-12 06:18 am (UTC)