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2004-06-03 The anxious background music of violins being played in anyway possible creeps up my spine during the most boring times of my day. I am waiting for the dramatic outcome to this invisible soundtrack that steps on the scuffs of my heels. Though the climatic manifestation will probably take the form of breaking a dish, ripping a page, or tripping on my own shoelaces. I am currently undeserving of such mental string popping and chafing. I am also waiting for my number to be called but not in an ultimate sense. Waiting is something that requires practice, though I'm getting lots of it right now. I would work most any job by now. |