Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	The White Album

Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me...
It is a really strange thing, much like the clocks that are running backward in the lunch room.

Honest to goodness loves, I am not entirely sure I am thinking straight. I mean, why would they refuse to call me back? It was the white suit right? It has to be. They must realize that by not calling me back it is a violation of their contracts? And, well, with the mood my little rosebud has been in of late, let us just say it would not be a good thing.

//firewall engaged against all those in W&H//

There are things I am remembering. Little events over the past few weeks are making me remember the times I heard some new people sing. A different sort used to come to me. Desperate to make a difference. Willing to make a sacrifice to make a difference. The scent of desperation is gone. It's been replaced with something pungent. The same songs are being sung, but the pictures for some are changing. And for others they shall always remain the same.

//end firewall//