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and I still have my wits upon me.

It's been a laid back week. The preparation for the Dodger tumbling out of playoff spots seems more inevitable everyday. I'm used to it now tho, so it doesn't really matter. Atleast I'll see them one more time before the cleats come off and the equipment goes into storage for 4 months. It's been a long excruitiating run, but once again, I've learned that it only matters what happens in the end.

My breath of fresh air this week was Rose and I chit chatting for a few on Monday night. I think I told her that for once in a long time, I'm truly happy. This entire meeting with WEndy and Daisy again has brought back memories of how things I used to be...and how I can be.

Sometimes it scares me to think that the reason i'm happy is the fact that I've conceded to life's tremendous force it bares on my back. Am I happy because I've finally collapsed and the pain of the pressures in life have been so constant that my body has finally sent it's counter reactive force; comfortabally numb?

But yet, I keep moving forward. There has been no stop in my progress. I've learned that stopping and standing still will definately make no progress. Even if progress is slow, I have to keep moving. "Let's just hope you're moving in the right direction."

Been doing a lot more fishing lately. I have to take advantage of the once every 4 year phenomena i touched on a few months ago. All type of fishing can be done right now. It's just a matter of going out and throwing a line. Even my kayak has seen some action the past few weeks.