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Jul. 29th, 2002
Shakespeare Sonnet LXVII
Jul. 29th, 2002 02:58 pmAh! wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
In days long since, before these last so bad.
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
In days long since, before these last so bad.
That was... eventful.
Jul. 29th, 2002 07:59 pmRight now, I'm waiting for mom to call me on the phone.
Why?
Because I don't know if she's still at the airport or not.
I was planning to leave 6-ish to pick her up.
Then I locked my keys in the house.
I ended up breaking my window to get in. Actually breaking the glass.
It's odd to have a non-intentional cut on my arm.
So, I race to the airport, get there 15 minutes late.
I have two bucks in my wallet, which means that I can only stay parked half an hour. 'Cause it's $1.50 per half hour.
Mom is nowhere to be found.
I page her. I call home and leave a message.
Finally, I leave because I know that my time is running short.
Then, I notice that I need gas. Like, five minutes away from not working kind of needing gas.
I have no cash. The place I stop doesn't take checks. It takes nearly 15 minutes for my card to be accepted.
I get home.
Mom's on the answering machine. The plane was late, the time she called 7:20 pm.
I try *69. The phone rings about 10 times before I give up.
So, here I am.
And I'm curiously zen about the whole thing.
I really should clean up that glass.
Why?
Because I don't know if she's still at the airport or not.
I was planning to leave 6-ish to pick her up.
Then I locked my keys in the house.
I ended up breaking my window to get in. Actually breaking the glass.
It's odd to have a non-intentional cut on my arm.
So, I race to the airport, get there 15 minutes late.
I have two bucks in my wallet, which means that I can only stay parked half an hour. 'Cause it's $1.50 per half hour.
Mom is nowhere to be found.
I page her. I call home and leave a message.
Finally, I leave because I know that my time is running short.
Then, I notice that I need gas. Like, five minutes away from not working kind of needing gas.
I have no cash. The place I stop doesn't take checks. It takes nearly 15 minutes for my card to be accepted.
I get home.
Mom's on the answering machine. The plane was late, the time she called 7:20 pm.
I try *69. The phone rings about 10 times before I give up.
So, here I am.
And I'm curiously zen about the whole thing.
I really should clean up that glass.
She called!
Jul. 29th, 2002 08:43 pmThanks, God.
I'm going to go pick her up at Milwaukie Transit Center.
And explain everything.
Oh, won't that be a riot.
I'm going to go pick her up at Milwaukie Transit Center.
And explain everything.
Oh, won't that be a riot.