Archive for August, 2008
Idle
When I’m alone
At work
Or where I stay,
I think of you.
Every second
Of every day.
You shape the dust
Into clay.
You paint the sky
A brighter shade
Of gray.
You make the lights
Come out to play.
Sunday Afternoon
So after a week of being in my new house, I think I’m finally settled in. I’ve been on the job at the hospital for four days, and I seem to fit in quite nicely. It’s not too hard, but there is a lot to learn. So far I haven’t slipped up, and everyone is really nice.
It’s Sunday now, and things are kinda slow. I gotta go back to work early in the morning, which I am only half looking forward to. It’ll be nice to have something to do I guess.
The New House
I thought I would commemorate the moving into of my new house with a picture of Dolan, my housemate who lives below me, rocking out on the air guitar in his living room. Next to him is Abby, smoking a cigar. Next to her is Henry, looking dumb.