That said, it's a thing that very seldom comes, but when it arrives I recognize it's terrible, ugly face. And though recognition may be a step toward change it holds no power. So today held a nasty feeling...a feeling that immediately felt familiar...despised even, and yet I had no control over it's coming or it's staying for my entire Saturday. Goodbye Saturday, September 12, 2009. You are a day lost in time. I hope to not see you again for some time or even ever.
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