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August 11, 2010
It's early -- the eleventh of the month. ticking ticking ticking. I feel the pressure of the doing nothing pushing me but have no idea where i'm being pushed by the turning of the pages.

I reached out yesterday. One replied only about what he was about to do without even a footnote about my published plight. The other patiently, once again, shared his knowledge with me - his thoughts about the road less taken and then (once again) pushed me to get out of my cerebral fortress and begin to live in the world.

And still I sit. time pushing me.