i hate diesel trucksThere's this truck that sits idle outside my window every morning. Sometime in the evening too. It drives me crazy. There isn't anything in the world that grates in my nerves more than a diesel truck idling. Well, nothing that I can think of at the moment. For some reason, on this page, I feel compelled to turn this into some sort of metaphor for Life. I can't think of anything. It just bugs me, is all. I'll be honest, I've been feeling pretty crappy lately. There's this cold to start with. My grandfather died two weeks ago. I'm still not sure how I'm dealing with that one. We weren't very close, although I made an effort, these last couple years, to spend more time with him when I was home on the occasional weekend or holiday. I didn't know him very well, I suppose. One thing that surprised me was when I was told that I'm exactly like he was when he was young. I'd never noticed, except that we're equally talkative... Which is to say we aren't. I know I'll miss him. He was always such a nice guy. It's a shame I didn't know him better. comments:
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