Death Watch 2005 ends, It's raining, and other musings...

So today thus ends a week that will forever in my heart be remembered as Death Watch '05. At the start of the week millions watched hoping, asking, or denying the impending death of Terri Schiavo, and by weeks end the world was tastefully preparing for the inevitably death of the pope. Something eerie about a week when for once the media wasn't reporting death occured, but death to come. Im starting my own death watch, the Todd Bridges death watch. Why? To show it's ok to mourn the death of celebrity personas, but to sit around waiting, filling every moment of the day with it, is unnecessary. And keep in mind, baseball starts up this weekend, don't let this propaganda overshadow the real things that are important in life.

Moving along, it's raining. I've slept some this week, more than I have in a while actually. It's unpredictable really, to say when I'm going to sleep and when I'm not. It's like watching a faucet drip and trying to predict when the next drop is going to fall only to have the rhythm thrown off by some unforeseen phenomenon. I had high hopes today for this Saturday, I was supposed to do something. But it's raining. And I'm still not dressed.

Went to the movies last night, and I went to buy my tickets ahead of time. The theater wasn't open yet and a group of about 20 of us stood outside waiting. To my amazement, newcomers would walk past the line right up to the door and open it. Only, the door was locked it wouldn't open. Did those people think that the line was just standing there to socialize? Were we there for our health? Man I hate that shit.

About the rain, it reminds me of a little ditty from Robert Frost. Happen to be going through my bookshelf and dug this one out.

" have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down
the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my
eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,
But
not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O
luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor
right. I have been one acquainted with the night. "

Acquainted with The Night, By Robert Frost

Kind of keeps with the whole rain and insomnia thing. Man can I beat a dead horse or what?

No really I can