Had fate its ugly head
My actions make me beautiful
And dignify the flesh

Who cast the final stone?
Who threw the crushing blow?
Someone has to take the fall
Why not me? Why not me?

REM, "Falls to Climb"
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There exists this lull. This lull is loud, broad and sweeping in nature like a viscous prarie of ennui. It does not overtake you, it does not drown you. It simply wraps around your house and sits quietly until you finally notice it. This is the nature of boredom. By the time you've acknowledged its presence, it's already made itself comfortable.

I walked through the grocery store near my house just to pass the time. This is the equivalent of taking the scenic route through the 405 during rush hour. But I like grocery stores: the sights, the smells, the attempts to lead a nutritious and delicious life. I walk out having bought nothing, and I return to a small shady chair where I can read a book.

My bookmark of choice today: a card an army recruiter handed me when he saw me waiting at a bus stop. Some days are more exciting than others.