I'm having the weirdest day in the library today. There was a man on the payphone behind me in the corner as I sat on the computer and listened to his conversation.
"Hi? I need help. I haven't had a job in two years and I went through my life savings. I need to talk to someone.
Yes. Depression.
Can't I see someone before October 1st?
No? Okay, Bye."
-click-
"Hi? I need help..."
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Now I am sitting next to a military man, a slacker is sitting a seat over next to him wearing camouflage pants.
"Are you in?"
"No."
"Then why do you wear them?"
"They're comfortable."
"I've been wearing them for six months over in Iraq. They're not so comfortable."
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Strange things are amuck at the Circle K. Too much tension in here, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I kept checking the back of my head, thinking the poor distraught man on the phone was gonna go postal on us as I sat here and updated my blog without a care in the world. I should have cares. All these people around me care. I have put off caring for awhile. It hurts too much when you care.
