Things are not always what they appear.

Elections, oppression, faith, crime riddled city streets. Me.

I’m exhausted. It cuts my vocabulary by 40% and slows my brain-to-lips travel time by about the same. What comes out is the verbal equivilent of watery oatmeal.

The wonder of words and their embarrassment. I’ve never spoken well and I’d just as soon write my thoughts down…better that than betray them by staggering around them and two stepping on them.

Bah, who cares.

- excerpt from Friday, November 19, 2004