okay, my dear friend the spitter of the game has mentioned me in numerous diaries and so for him i will now write a metaphor of sorts. this is for you big guy.
when i was a kid there was nothing i wanted more than a toy train set. not just any train set mind you but my eyes were set on the best, most elaborate train set on this planet. sure i could have settled for a cheaper train set. but i thought that this was definately worth the wait.
i remember trying numerous times to acquire my dream locomotive. it always eluded me. i was certain that i would die and old man alone and trainless. needless to say when i awoke that fine christmas morning i was a little more than excited.
my eyes were brimming with excited bliss. i couldnt believe this day had finally arrived. however my excitement turned into frustration as i opened the box to discover there are no assembly instructions. dumbfounded i gawked at this glorious train set which i so badly wanted to enjoy but yet had no idea how to put it together, let alone make it work. so i just sat there not wanting to break the very thing i had waited so long for yet not wanting to leave it either.
i really wish i had a good ending to my little locomotive tale but as of now i am still sitting here looking at the train.
1:09 p.m. - 2002-02-07
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