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They say that these are not the best of times
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyes
And I can only stand apart and sympathize

For we are always what our situations hand us
It’s either sadness or euphoria

So we’ll argue and we’ll compromise
And realize that nothing’s ever changed
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason coexists with our insanity

And though we choose between reality and madness
It’s either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don’t fulfill each other’s fantasies
And this we stand upon the ledges of our lives
With our respective similarities

It’s either sadness or euphoria
-Billy Joel, 'Summer, Highland Falls'

*sigh* It's after 3am, and my head is still screaming insanely from this headache that won't go away. Moron that I am, I'm sitting in front of my pc with sunglasses on to try and keep my eyes from committing ritual suicide and leaping from my face. So what do I do to relax? I go out front to have a cig... and sing to myself. Now granted, it -is- 3am, but I'm being quiet, and my voice isn't audible off my property.... so why are the county police stopping to ask if I'm drunk, and where I'm trying to 'get to'. Can't the bloody see I'm sitting on the hood of my car, smoking a cig and trying not to go insane? So I show 'em my drivers license... you know, the one with my address on it? The one that matches the house I'm sitting in front of? The one that, were they to run it through the computer, would tell 'em that I -own- all three of the cars, including the one I'm sitting on?

Screw it. I'm going out for another cigarette. This time, instead of singing a mellow Billy Joel song (quoted above), I'm gonna sing 'Hail and Kill' from Manowar.

Um... if nobody hears from me in a couple days, try and post bail for me...