I Need Fluoxetine Hydrochloride
Hello, my Voodoo Babies. I know some of you are Code Warriors, and I'm trying to figure out how to put a background on my webpage. It's not the easiest thing, but I'm determined to figure it out. Luckily I have the Nekkid Barrel Man on my side, but thus far, it ain't werkin'. You can kinda see a glimpse of it when you hit the page, it's a beaut of a batik print, but NO LOVE!
Anyways, I'm watching Tuesdays with Morrie, and I've read this book before, on a flight back from New York to SFO. I've been bawling on and off for the last hour, and I'm hoping to god that I don't look like shit tomorrow because of it. I've had to handle death in little ways, with the loss of friends and family coming unexpectedly, but that is life, and we cannot get around it. It's profound enough to impact me even when watching a made for movie film.
Learning how to live in the midst of so much dying, spiritual and physical, is a tough lesson, and I know that many people don't quite get to the point of understanding until later in life. It's so unfortunate because I really feel that we miss out so much on life because we're so busy going from the here to there and everywhere in between. Learning to slow down and appreciate the smaller things, and the people who make up our life is difficult because there is no tangible reward for sharin' the love, is there? It's not valued, and that's a little sad.
Appreciating people more than material things will take some time to get used to, if you want to go that route. You might want to. It's really changed the way I look at things, but maybe that's just because I have the time to stop and say thank you to those people who really matter to me in life. Either that or the prozac is one dope ass drug.
Voodoo
Monday, July 02, 2001
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