Tired

[cedar_grove]

Ever felt you're carrying the weight of the worlds on your shoulders... literally? That's the way I feel right now.

But I guess that's what you get for being five hours ahead of everyone else. You're either on alone, and having to do the whole of all the conversations you're having, or the person who writes the group that you're talking with is not at the keys and so you still have to do the same. Either way you end up using the glorious old @emit and worrying like hell that you're not typing something that the person would never say - ie that you're hearing correctly - that your own group member is not mangling what they hear.

I know it's always been a problem. That everyone's been afraid to emit at times... I mean okay if it's a person from another group that you're hearing without the aid of a safety net *ahem* (that is hearing their words through a member of your own group), then I can see that. But when it's someone from your own group, and you're hearing that person properly - why fear to type what /they/ are hearing, what they're resonding to?

I've spent the last three or four days making very good friends with @emit... and I'm /tired/, but better that then have nothing of some important conversations logged. But then at least others could do me the courtesy of /reading/ those logs.

I've spent the last three of four days being complained at for the quality of my writing.... and I'm /tired/ of that too and of being told I will never understand...

I give up. What more do they want from me?
-cody-

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Hey, Code...

[gammans.livejournal.com]

I try to think about Elvis
Memphis
Oprah in the afternoon
I try to think about palm trees
Fig leaves
The creature from the black lagoon
I try to think about high heels
And good deals
Anything to get me through
I just can't concentrate
You're all I think about these days

I try to contemplate the cosmos
What goes
Round and round the sky at night
I try to think about champagne
Freight trains
Slowly rolling out of sight
I try to focus on the headlines
Street crimes
Everytime I think I might
I just can't concentrate
You're all I think about these days

My mind wanders where it will
When it settles right on you
I forget what I should say
I forget what I should do

My mind wanders where it will
When it settles right on you
I forget what I should say
I forget what I should do

I try to think about Shakespeare
Leap year
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones
I try to think about hair-do's
Tattoos
Sushi bars and saxophones
I try to think about the talk shows
New clothes
But I guess I should have known
I just can't concentrate
You're all I think about these days
You're all I think about these days


Just thinking about you,
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