Felt a little haunted. I

December 01, 2002

Felt a little haunted. I wanted to leave you out of it. Sometimes its just best to clam up and take your brooding into the dark corner while the party rages around you. You’re the child with the flu lying in an upstairs bed listening to the distant clinking of plates and cadences of laughter into garbled dialogue and back to laughter. The sweet and savory smells of cooking only turn your stomach. You wonder why they have not chosen to suffer with you. How could they have fun when you feel so bad? Its on the mellowing side of the bad acid now. Hope has finally shown up late for the game. The fresh legs are appreciated but the team still harbours resentment for being compromised against such heavy guns. Spirit come OUT!