Oh (yawn), it's Monday morning. I just got back from the gas station. For smokes. I tried to quit last night. I got through the night. Hmph.
For Goodness' Sake, it won't happen all at once!
And now, for Proper Nouns Worth Noting:
*The Gas Station Clerk: This dude knows my brand of cigarette and always greets me with a smile. He is very kind. This morning, he said, "I know you didn't wake up just for cigarettes!" and I said, "Yeah, I did. Pretty sad, huh? I tried to quit. It didn't take." And he said, "There will be plenty of other opportunities to quit."
What a nice guy. What a profound thing to say at six a.m.
*Doctor of White Trash: This physician of the blog world found my photo and borrowed it for his site. This is quite complimentary; I feel as though I have a new fan, and therefore, I am the doctor's new fan. Check it out: My Doctored Photo.
*Bands recently discovered via Sirius: Goldfrapp and She Wants Revenge. Very note-worthy.
*Last but not least, one of my favorite sites--well-written, humorous, analytical, touching--none other than Stuntmother. She's incredible. And she does all of her own stunts. Amazing.
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"