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I spoke with an old friend for the first time in a very long time tonight. In our conversation, we touched on the usual 'How are you?'s of small talk and the 'You should update your blog more's of distant interests... So here I am with a bag full of untyped blog entries just boiling for a spot on this black page.

I don't know what worries me more-The fact that I have a good number of problems to write about, or the fact that I'm too far gone to write about them.

I could touch on my relationship struggles, but that would make me question what I'm clinging on to. I could inform my audience about my job situation, but who really wants to read a story they aren't involved with enough to understand? I could whine and complain all day about how many pills I want to swallow, or how I'm sinking into despair and self-loathing more quickly than I can drink my way out...

Really, the potential of this post is unlimited... So you should be worried that my solution to this writer's block is D. None of the above.

From me, you'll get nothing. Exactly what you've given. :P

"As the nail sunk in the cloud..."

"The rain was warm and soaked the crowd."

I had a sobering (ironic) thought this evening. One of those brutal snaps back to reality where you truly see everything as it was intended to be seen. Where your sense and reasoning trump other common senses like sight or smell. Where the only true experience is reality, and your place within it.

If the world were to end in an hour, whose eyes would you spend your last few minutes gazing into? Because that's the person you should be with.

So if my world were to end in an hour, my love, I'll know exactly where you are.

I love you.

"Lord, here comes the flood..."