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Aug. 13th, 2005 02:39 pmLast night I hung out at Stacy's and played a bit of D&D. My cleric kicked some hungry wolf ass, with a mighty blow from my short sword. It bit me! In my defense. Heh.
Driving this morning, I thought about how I never imagined I would need sad songs about a broken heart for another 50 years. But they're mine again, and I burst into tears listening to "Innocent" this morning on cd. God help me, I feel old some mornings and not in a physical sense. In my heart and in my head, I just feel old and burned. Like paper, cracking into ash.
This evening can't come fast enough. I need to get out on the road, and get away. We'll drive fast down the highway, and through those country roads.
Driving this morning, I thought about how I never imagined I would need sad songs about a broken heart for another 50 years. But they're mine again, and I burst into tears listening to "Innocent" this morning on cd. God help me, I feel old some mornings and not in a physical sense. In my heart and in my head, I just feel old and burned. Like paper, cracking into ash.
This evening can't come fast enough. I need to get out on the road, and get away. We'll drive fast down the highway, and through those country roads.