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2003-12-12 - 9:25 a.m.DataMovie went well last night, but seemed it wasn't going to happen without cost. Originally the plan this morning was that I wake up at 6:30 to pick up my brother, which meant that because of Movie Night my sleep would've been minimum. Well, the good news is that I got a call from JDavyd this morning at 5:45 saying that he didn't need a ride after all. The bad news is that, by that point, I'd only managed to sleep for a half-hour or so. Seems, no matter what, sleep was not in the cards for me last night. It's funny, really. Yes, shit happens to everyone, but my family truly seems to be the subject of some experiment as to how much random, unrelated, crushing amounts of horrible things happening can the human mind take? I mean, my umbilical chord in the womb was missing an artery. . . this kinda stuff's been happening to me since before I was born! And yeah, yeah, yeah. . . life is random chaos and thus highly improbable that most of what we get is going to be bad or everything happens for a purpose, either argument states that this can't be all my life is, and I know it's not. But often I can't help but feel like there's some force in the shadows, dilligently taking notes as to when I'm going to crack. So let's get this straight right now, motherfucker. It ain't gonna happen. You give me all the shifts of work there are, as many physical, mental, and personal problems for both me and anybody I know that you can think of, and you go ahead and throw monetary issues in there as well. I'm not going to stop caring. I'm not going to give up on people. I'm not going to stop giving, helping, and putting myself out there for others. No matter how thin I am stretched, if someone else needs something I can give, I will be there for them. So you just keep piling this fuckload on 'till your heart's content, and I will work it through until it's done or until I die, whichever comes first. And my last words will probably be "Anybody need anything before I go?" |
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