Another weekend has passed like a low flying plane overhead; loud and overpowering to conversation but only for a brief time. Soon the plane is gone, the sounds fade away into clouds. My images of this weekend will shortly fade away to clouded memories.
A Friday flashbadck with a high school friend proved how time can stand still in spite of years. Kim and I still deal with our inner conflicts of youth, convincing ourselves that adult choices will make everything alright in time. I wish I knew that was ultimately right, but I don't. I don't know that it's wrong either.
Rushing out of The Orange Block I drove to Andy at the Sunset Laemlee to watch "Requiem For A Dream." A midnight show left me drowsy. The drive back to Laguna Hills added to exhaustion.
Silly squeeling girls ruled the Saturday sun. Sarah turned 13 on Friday with a girlfriend party on Saturday. Frederic's weekend birthday party in San Diego balanced out the day.
I took Monday & Tuesday off of work to think. Personal Time. I keep seeing this time of the year as being part of this huge nemesis that I can't fight on my own. Perhaps my change of heart on drugs should also apply to ones that can be prescribed. I think that may be the answer.
I want to try clif diving.
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