It's hard sometimes to distinguish between two seperate unknown paths. A person near and dear to me has had to choose between two people who are important to them, and watching the distraction that this upcoming decision has upon them I realize that I will soon be toiling over practically the same thing.

I suppose only time will tell if I decide to stay in CT, go back to TX, or whatever I may do with myself. I can only be certain that the time to decide is now. I will also strive to make progress monitarily, that way I can start making progress socially. Talk, however, is cheap; lately my actions haven't been speaking much on my behalf. I am currently dreaming of a female who would balance my quixotic nature well. She's less far away from me than she may think, but still far enough away from me to be happy.

It's the 3 year anniversary of that tragedy, and most people in the area stopped for a moment to remeber. The columns of concrete falling, the spire of souls rising. For some people the moment lasted all day, maybe even weeks filled with not so distant memories.

Even for those who did not recieve a loss from that cataclysm, it's still a somber day for those who'd symathize or empathize with such a loss. Everyone finds themselves, in some part of their lives, remebering the fallen or slain; the local probablility of a loved one's passage increases exponentially each day you exist.