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Monday, December 06, 2004

 

Chase those blues away
The final paper for my IR class is due in just over a week, and I keep meaning to work on it, but better things keep presenting themselves. Like cleaning my room, or finding photos to fill the 9-pane picture frame I bought a few weeks ago. I made a melancholy little evening of it, sorting through pictures, inevitably stumbling upon ones that made me feel a little sad, listening to a cd discovered in the cleaning process that I had loved and lost (much like the characters in the the nostalgia-inducing photos), and just kind of swimming in this rare mood. I finished selecting and placing the photos, chose a spot on the wall, walked down the stairs into the basement to find a hammer, and nearly had a heart attack. One of the upstairs neighbors, Jason, is a carpenter, and has been working on some projects down there. He had draped a shirt over one of the tall table saws, which made it look like a person was just standing there in the semi-darkness in front of the workbench. In the split second that it took me to realize that I was facing down a table saw, not an intruder, adrenaline swept away my mopey mood.

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