Something is rotten in the state of Denmark...

Okay, so we're not in Denmark, but you get the idea. I was cleaning my room and found a few books by Shakespeare. Made me think a little. I used to curse myself for being just like Hamlet, for never taking action and always pontificating.

On a side note, the Pope was a Nazi.

These days, however, it seems like too much is going on. Maybe it's my fault; maybe I have too much on my plate. Rarely were there ever times where I didn't have enough hours in the day. Now...now I feel like the clock is in overdrive, stealing from me those same precious hours I took for granted. And at the same time, I keep digging myself deeper and deeper into this hole. But do I really want out?

Today came down to allergies and oil changes. I missed out on a shindig with work folks which I really wanted to go to but just couldn't make it out of Renton in time and plus I was feeling like shit with the sneezing and whatnot. On top of all that, I had a dinner to go to with my cousin and friend which was on the list of things to do since Monday.

Come this Friday night, "Holladay." Saturday night, Michael's. Sunday night, West Seattle with old friends. Friends that have a history of getting me into trouble. But then again, when aren't I in trouble, and when has it been anyone else's fault but my own?

Like right now. Too much on my plate. Maybe I've already found the cure. Maybe the cure is floating on the water, waiting for me to rejoin it...because you can't leave scars on the water. Then again, maybe the cure is something else, something new, and something that honestly makes me smile.

What are we? I want to ask you that everyday...but I chicken out, or you dodge the question. What do you want us to be? What do I want us to be? Shit, I could answer that, but then it'd be said and once it's said, it can't be taken back. Are you going to regret all this? I hope not, because thus far and until kingdom come, I don't. Of course, I'm just the town bike or the door knob, so be careful what you wish for.

There's a lot I want to say right now to a lot of different people. There are people I miss very much and wish they'd come back into my life. There are people who I wish would just get the fuck out. There are even those who I wish would do both. And then there's nothing...nothing to be done about any of it because the ball's in their court. I've done enough; I've done too much and more than I should have probably. So the only thing I can do now is wait, listen and pray. Adieu.

Eres - Cafe Tacuba