It's been a long day.
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles

In our eyes are mirror images and when

We kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate that God himself

Did make us into corresponding shapes like

Puzzle pieces from the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch, but

Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled

Head when you're away when I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road for

Several weeks of shows and when you scan

The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great

Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away,

'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your

Machine but the persistent beat it sounded

Thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly. you will hear

The shrillest highs and lowest lows with

The windows down when this is guiding you home

The Postal Service ~Such Great Heights

I'm digging the Postal Service a lot lately. Been listening to them whenever I'm in the car. Although sometimes I do change. Eh oh well.

It was a kinda crappy day.

One of my co-workers was written up because of me and he spent nearly an hour in the lower office with two managers. UGH! He and another co-worker are pissed at me and think that I'm a nark and that I'm just like my dept. head. I'm sorry I can only take so much shit before I'm sick of being walked on. And now that he has provoked me he's not going to like the bitch that comes out. I'm not one of those people you want to be on the bad side of. Anyhow I'm exhausted and sleep still isn't working so well. I finished Southern Discomfort and I'm adding to my current reading list. So I'm going to finish that and head to bed to hopefully pass out.

hi-and-byes

Posted at 10:29 p.m.