Making my way, every day;
Walking the road, bearing the load.
Making it a little, but not all alone;
Starting a life, getting it going.
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Just a man, pausing in his daily walk to ponder.
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Thursday, December 05, 2002
I just realized I haven't felt the need to rant in almost six weeks, or maybe even more. It's be nice to have not been so busy I couldn't post, but I'll take busy over depressed, every time. And who wouldn't? At least now, I know I've got something to look forward too when I go home. Last time I posted, there was not much on the horizon; now, there's hope at long last. Thus enters all the familiar questions about a relationship, plus the distance factor. The new girl, however, seems to be worth the effort this time. Hopefully, I can keep a hold of her until I can move home again - albeit that that's 5 or 6 years away. Ah well, one can;t be afraid of the big projects, I suppose @;^)
1:05 AM
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