We swung the hammer, to ring the bell.

The ball climbed up and then it fell.


I think the story of my life could be made up by stringing Spirit of the West songs together. I'm not sure what that says about me or about them.

Just as I think things are getting better with someone I consider one of my closest friends, they go south again.

Why do I go to such effort if it's unrequited? Is it ever going to be returned to me in anything approaching equal measure? Will my friendship ever be apperciated for its intrisic value?

I think those are more profound questions than I'll be able to answer this late in the evening after such a long work day.