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Editeditedit (written 6/3/07, effective 6/2/07): And bounced back again, thanks once again for the sympathy all. Being shaken out of a shell is a jarring experience, and though I'm still looking at it longingly, I'm feeling better for being the more free.


Editedit (Early Morning, 6/1/07): FUCK, NEVERMIND.

Fortunae plango vulnera / stillantibus ocellis, / quod sua mihi munera / subtrahit rebellis. / verum est, quod legitur / fronte capillata, / sed plerumque sequitur / Occasio calvata.

In Fortunae solio / sederam elatus, / prosperitatis vario / flore coronatus; / quicquid enim florui / felix et beatus / nunc a summo corrui / gloria privatus.

Fortunae rota volvitur; / descendo minoratus; / alter in altum tollitur; / nimis exaltatus / rex sedet in vertice / caveat ruinam / nam sub axe legimus / Hecubam reginam."
- Carmina Burana

"I grieve the wounds of Fortune with flowing eyes, because her gifts she has treacherously taken back from me. It is truly written that she has lovely hair, but it follows that she is bald when needed most.

On the throne of fortune I had sat, elated, crowned with the varied flower of prosperity; For however much I flourished, happy and blessed, now I have fallen from the peak, deprived of glory.

The Wheel of Fortune turns; I sink, debased; another is raised on high, far too high, a king sits at the peak. Let him beware ruin! For under the axle it is written: 'Queen Hecuba'"

The above link is for reference.


Edit (Late afternoon, 5/31/07): Every time you die a little, it becomes easier to bounce back. I'm better than I was, thanks all.


Original Post:

Currently in Earphones: "Poor Twisted Me" by Metallica


You fucking, fucking fool. The hell were you thinking? And why so surprised?

Fucking, fucking fool.

Now if y'all will excuse me, there's a rock I need to go hide under.


Enough, More Later.
- James