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Off kilter.
Dad's coming back later. We have to go to this fund raiser for firemen (which ones?) thing at Hooligan's, and I don't want to. However, my hands are tied about this issue because not only is it a drag 9/11 out of the closet and rage on and on about it thing, it's also a business thing, which means that I have to go and put in an appearance.
Also, I have to dress nice.
Bah humbug.
It's just that... I don't know. It's taken two years to finally put this bitch behind me. And even now, I don't want to talk about it, or hear about it, or listen to radio broadcasts that the morons up here like to play about it. Because at some point I have to move on with life, and hello, this kind of thing isn't helping! It's funny, though, how the people who were closest to it just want a quiet kind of ordinary day, and the people that it really didn't affect directly want to live it all over again. Or at least, that's how it seems to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But whatever.
Don't look back
You can never look back
Work is crazy, as usual. Life is crazy. Just crazy.
As usual when things get crazy, I've taken on a totally irrational viewpoint of something random that has nothing to do with anything.
Thus:
New Mexico, does not, in fact, exist.
It's all a lie.
Thank you.
Also, I have to dress nice.
Bah humbug.
It's just that... I don't know. It's taken two years to finally put this bitch behind me. And even now, I don't want to talk about it, or hear about it, or listen to radio broadcasts that the morons up here like to play about it. Because at some point I have to move on with life, and hello, this kind of thing isn't helping! It's funny, though, how the people who were closest to it just want a quiet kind of ordinary day, and the people that it really didn't affect directly want to live it all over again. Or at least, that's how it seems to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But whatever.
Don't look back
You can never look back
Work is crazy, as usual. Life is crazy. Just crazy.
As usual when things get crazy, I've taken on a totally irrational viewpoint of something random that has nothing to do with anything.
Thus:
New Mexico, does not, in fact, exist.
It's all a lie.
Thank you.