"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I'm singing in the rain! Just singing in the rain!
It's raining today in Las Vegas Nevada... it's cold and miserable out... dismal...
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