The Ashes of the Pheonix 2003-12-05

Well, here comes winter. Everyone always thinks of Christmas when they think of winter. I think about death. Not of people, but of everything. The original Yuletide ceremonies were about the death of the world and the hope for rebirth in the spring.

Yeah, that's about where I'm at. Hoping for the fire of the Pheonix to come and wash away my mistakes so I can start over.

Then there's the cold. It doesn't snow here in SoCal, but it can sure get brisk in the evenings. I feel it settle into my joints, especially my knees, and it doesn't seem to want to leave. Which is too bad, because it makes being cold not so fun.

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I was supposed to go out with my girlfriend this evening. I had been planning to talk to her, clear up some difficulties. She called and canceled just a bit ago. Does anyone else think it's beginning to sound as if she's avoiding me?
Eh, I can't get too angry over it either, because I know she's super busy. But it's getting frustrating as hell that we can't find time to just sit down and talk.

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Blah, whatever. Have a great weekend, folks.