Approximately Adam: Backtrack the day, bitches.

November 21, 2004
Backtrack the day, bitches.

I'm writing now because I'm at a place of emotional satisfaction at the moment that I fear R.I.T. will completely and utterly kill, and I wanted to lock it into stone and protect it before that could happen. I think it happened when the Lucasfilm logo splashed across the big screen during the trailer for The Incredibles, but I got some of my joy back for living; I remember what it feels like to wake up each more with a bit of gleeful anticipation. For the first time in a long time, I'm not going to be going to bed feeling like I've checked another day off towards death. I fear the ending of this trip because I'm know it's very probable that whatever passion and desire and life direction I find over the course of the remaining week of my stay home could be eaten away within a few hours of return. But for now I don't worry about that; if my soul's going to be crushed again, I atleast get another seven and a half days of living as a human being again.

^{posted by Adam at 01:21 |}

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