I watched the sunset through overcast skies tonight. Sounds impossible, but it's not. If you try. The trick is to look beyond the mask put in front of you. Find the little peepholes that weren't covered up quite so adequately. Everybody makes mistakes, you just have to exploit them for that.
Walked off the job a little earlier than usual. Every night I imagine I'm going on strike, but every morning a new deal is brokered between the (mis)management and the union of ME.
So tonight I went over to my brother's place. I hadn't seen him in long enough, but I wanted to see my nephew a few more times before he learns how to talk. Babies are so delightful until they grasp the finer points of speech. Then it's all up for grabs.
I'm not really that bitter. My nephew is still at the point where you can love him no matter what, because he's still pure. In the hands of my brother, I wonder how long that will last.
He's not that bad, just has a really hard time learning from the same mistake he seems to make. You could set your watch by his mistakes, they're that regular. His son, I think, and I mean no offence, may have been an untimely action. Read: a mistake. Welcomed for sure.
I could hit the delete button on what I just put down, but there's some truth to it too. I won't erase the truth.
So I've made it back to the one final refuge I have. theGirl is hard at work and I don't know what to do with myself. A pile of dishes are teetering by the sink. I could roll a joint and forget about it. Listen to some U2. Wait for the inevitable agreement between the union and management.
On another semi-related note, I wonder: Why Megan Follows?
Someone will get that...