Introduction
The windows creek,
the birds tweet,
the sun shines,
the peace is mine.
Until its not.
The clouds over ride and I'm left in wake as I mourne the death of my once perfect day.
I can't pin point exactly one moment but somehow everythings changed. I'm sitting here, on the same chair, at the same table, in the same room and all is same.
Its the song. Its been playing for years. Same storyline, start, middle and end.
Oh how I long to change the channel. Watch something nice and rid myself of this painful sight. The time hasen't stopped, I am still aging by the second. Yet I have been forced into this position, unable to move out of this dreadful prediciment which has entralled me since the moment I decided to live.
Apparently people have something against having a good time.
Its seriously unbelievable!
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I'm sitting here basically starring daggers into his soul yet he's still blabbering on about my recent indiscretion. Its the same old speel with different adjectives, its like he spends so much time talking in business scripts, he only finds times like these to exersize his long list, sorry, long, long, long list of adjectives to discribe his frustration regarding my behaviour.
We've come to this place, the one we've been to many times before, that I now understand, he's mad he caught me and now has to deal with it and he now understands, I'm mad he caught and is dealing with it.
Yet this mutual understanding doesn't make a difference. Honestly, I'm starting to think Mr Grumpy gets a kick out of these monologues, its like the only reason he became a defence attorney was to be able to recite such long verses, probably after the acting industry bid him farewell.
