4-27-03-Day that is
This is that day that is, at its infancy. Soon it will grow, and become a day like any other. But not now. Now it is only a shadow of what it will be, and what it was, if each day is perennial. Other wise it is here now, but never before, nor ever again. And it is too be used to the best of each man’s ability.

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Spirited Away is the best movie. It is unimaginable. Nothing should be that entertaining, but it is. It could almost be called pathetic, the number of times it will be watched, but no one will bother, because they too will be glued to their screens. It is slightly confusing, but beyond that, wonderful.

Reading, writing, playing, listening, all the bases are covered, and covered completely. Though the reading is weird, the writing is random, the playing is sporadic, and the music is wonderful. Joe Hiashi has something going for him. Mainly his talent. The weekend is soon to be over, leaving all this free time to rot in its own lack of existence. More on this later.

Phone calls, e-mails, and IMs across the board. Not much to say, but so many ways to say it. This is what society has become? Though it is rather fun, depending on with who you are communicating. These many media create the something or other. My train of thought was dynamited(not by cows) between the word the and something, so it is an incoherent sentence structure.

Sometimes(more often than not) life can throw surprises and curves to you, and you never know how to react. Sometimes their good, sometimes their bad, but always powerful. When you sit there, completely unsure of how to respond to somebody, you probably just got hit by a curve, but it may take many months for it to have any influence on your life.

Late is the hour that is now. So many of my paragraphs have to do with time. That’s rather funny, is it not? I write about the days, about the final minutes of the day, about every second and every moment that is within a certain block of time, sometimes without evening meaning to. So it’s now a good time to speak of something besides time.

Now then. Did you say you were going to Grand Central? No? I’m terribly sorry, I must have misheard you. No where did you want to go? Grand Central. Right. Now then. Do you have any parcels you would like to place in the boot, or are you carrying everything? You have it all? Jolly good then. Do you want the faster or safer route to Grand Central? You’re not going to Grand Central. My mistake. Where are you going to? The train station. Very well than, which one? The big one. Right. Does this ‘big one’ have a name? You can’t remember. Oh, you’ve got it now? Okay then, to Grand Central we’ll go. Fast or safe? Safe it is. The meter’s running. If I talk to much, just let me. . .yes, we’re going to Grand Central. You’re train’s not at Grand Central? Well, jolly were is it then? Here let me see you’re ticket. Right-o. It appears you’re riding the train Rigoletto out of the Grand Opera House. Jolly good. You know what? If you get out now, I won’t charge you for the ride to here. Smart move ole chap.

So there you have it. On to the end of now, and the beginning of the future, world without end. Will you look at that. Three-thousand and sixty-six words. Not counting this, o landy. Right. What I say not do is what to do you should be in the process of completing. I have no idea what I just said, so you better not do it. The End. Th-a-a-a-t’s all folks!