Friday, February 28, 2003

It's painful to be awake. It's also very cold. I don't like mornings. I really don't. Disappointing day too; hey, guess what, you can't change people and force them to do what's good for them just because it's good for them. Being able to say that neither makes you comfortable with the fact, nor capable of ceasing to try to make them do it anyway. It's a pain in the ass to sacrifice for someone who doesn't appreciate you for it. But it has its own secret pleasure, too.

Is it just me, or does Robert Blake have a certain Gollum-like quality?