It's as quiet as it gets here on First Avenue. It's a Monday, so few people are out very late. I'm thinking about many grave things, about the transitory nature of friendship and the follies of age. About how no family ever looks as good from inside as outside. And how the veritas of vino quickly leads to disaffection and anger because veritas is never very highly prized.
Yet, after this horribly stressful and angry day, I think of the pleasant and hopeful things to come, and of all the things that remain for me to do, mostly exciting, positive ones.
I do hate to deprive you of specifics -- it's bad writing, too -- but I'll sign off by saying that this day, 8 July, will be mine to embrace or reject. And yours. Woe to those who turn their face away from the sun.
-- Jack Handey
Anytime I see something screech across the room and latch on to someone's throat, I have to laugh because--- what is that thing?
--- Jack Handy
Posted by: Lisa Qiu | July 13, 2008 at 10:25 AM