i decided that i am not going to write about the war.
it makes me tired.
just more of the same, more of the same, more of the same.
i am tired of hearing the same stuff.
and the stuff we say doesnt matter.
i will say this though
when the news came on, and the president spoke, and i was suddenly filled with fear. i was surprised to think of the people that i thought of. i was relieved that i had no regrets other than not being married. i was saddened that i had fear even though i knew God was in charge.
and i was tired
and i chaged the subject
and the girl that i work with gave me one of those mudd masks that girls wear a lot to help their skin
and my skin didnt seem any differant
1:29 a.m. - 1997-10-25
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