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Monday - Bad Things and Good People
Jul. 23rd, 2007 01:20 pmToday on my drive into work, I wasn't thinking about much except that I needed to hurry up and get to work. I thought about the fact that all the lights I was making on green were helping me make good time, but not giving me a chance to put on my makeup. I thought about what a beautiful day it is, with sunshine and blue skies.
I didn’t think about much until I sat down at my computer and noticed the date. It is my mother's birthday. She is, once again, 51 years old, the same age she has been since 1984 when the clock stopped ticking for her. Some years, this day passes and I hardly notice it. Some years, like this one, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I always thought that the older I got, the less it would affect me. I was wrong.
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I didn’t think about much until I sat down at my computer and noticed the date. It is my mother's birthday. She is, once again, 51 years old, the same age she has been since 1984 when the clock stopped ticking for her. Some years, this day passes and I hardly notice it. Some years, like this one, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I always thought that the older I got, the less it would affect me. I was wrong.
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