Wednesday, April 24, 2002

got a call from the hospital. it is as i feared. the doctors are telling us to get ready. funny how your heart can be torn out of your chest and trampled to shredded goop by mere auditory signals transmitted over a wire. everything else is on hold. i'm off to the hospital. it's for days like this that i keep that denison mix cd in my cd changer at all times.

show some love to somebody other than yourself today, even if it's just to a cat. send an email to a friend you haven't spoken to in ages. pick up the damn phone. there is so much we neglect to feel on any given day because we do not value the life we've been given. so much time and energy wasted on what we wish for or what could've been and not on just being.

peace out--

i was listening to damien jurado's i break chairs & the trouble w/ sweeney's dear life & the vol's audible sigh before all hell broke loose.