Long days are too common, now that I'm working for the postal people, but the money sure doesn't suck.
I'm reading Warren Zevon's biography right now, and the depictions of his last hours are making me pretty sad.
We never get anywhere near long enough in a day, a year, a life, to do or say all the things we really should.
I spout truisms that aren't necessarily true, and I do it because I lack any subtext or other valuable/interesting content.
I have become exactly what you see, and not so much more than that...and it has, paradoxically, done something good to my soul.
And no, I don't get it either.
