Mr. January hard at work...

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... or seemingly so. Festival days are over, yet, I've seen fliers about another set of "days" involving a particular person whose name starts with "M".

Honestly ladies and gentlemen, do we really need more "off" days in a school year? I'm sure no one's complaining but I honestly think this lax attitude in the institution will handicap the students in the long run. As for now, well... there's nothing much more to be done.

Work doesn't register well in my mind. When I start working, I work. Thinking about it brings images and audio, but trying to express it on paper doesn't seem to work the same way. Unless I wanted to write a short story about the time I was working on Adobe Illustrator CS4 for a small project, but then, who would actually want to read something like that? I'd stick with images and audio.

I've recently acquired two albums by Motion City Soundtrack. "I Am the Movie" and "Even if it Kills Me". Both albums are catchy and well-made, though obviously the latter has a more refined sound due to it being their third album. I'm working on obtaining "Commit This to Memory" as well as "My Dinosaur Life", albums two and four respectively.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with MCS, they were the band that gave us the delightful songs "My Favorite Accident", "Everything is Alright", "LG FUAD", "It Had To Be You", and so on. Check them out, you won't be disappointed.

Now, I'm afraid I'll have to go back to work. Sorry, I can't explain it to you in a way that you'll enjoy it. In the meantime, here's a little ditty for you:

I can't sit still
long enough to hear you say my name
in a way that grabs hold of my attention
like nothing else.
My anxiety kills
everything that seems to have held us together
as "me and you" and "you and me"
and not "him and her".
I wish things would just
work
out
for once.
I miss you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~

'til next time.

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