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When people use expressions like "it was so loud this it sounded like a freight train was going through my living room", I have little, very little, sympathy. This is because twenty paces from my bedroom window freight trains actually do go by in fifteen minute intervals. These are things one should make note of prior to signing binding legal documents, just like you might be inclined to run a criminal background check on your fiancee prior to uttering any words similar to "I Do".

Friday night and I am composing one masterpiece of a Red Bull fueled dissertation of rather mindless thought. Reading colonial American literature bores me enough, writing about it forces contemplation of tying myself to the conveniently located railroad tracks.

In one of my numerous breaks, required when reading what I consider to be antiquated literature, I managed to compiled a list of friends that I should at one point contact in some human form or another. I doubt I ever will, but making it has caused me to realize the sheer numbers of people I have tossed wayward.







*** It should be noted that this is the third October I have graced you with my thoughts. If you've been around that long, I am really sorry. Scroll to the bottom of your page and read what I wrote on October 6, 2003...it seems so far away. One of my most favorite posts ever from October 2004, well that one seems so real probably because much of the baggage I refer to has yet to be packed neatly away.