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To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. 
Khalil Gibran - The Prophet

Thoughts:

I now know why I where glasses, which is simple really. Women who are put off my glasses, which for some strange reason seem to signify intelligence are stupid. Plain and simple, when will a girl find that my glasses aren't stupid?

Speaking of a stupidity, I know one  who is stupid. But I tend to keep my comments to myself.

Besides it being a long day at work again, It's been fun. I've learned so much software-side of our new install. It's pretty damn awesome. I was walking down the p-way when I say a security guard, they tend to look like mopey puppies who have done something wrong. Why is that?

Car wash time, and later on drinking at a friends.