24 hours in a day. It’s funny how we manage to fit everything in. We spend an average of eight hours sleeping. Another eight at work. Where did the other eight go? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself lately. Perhaps the hours spent twittering and perusing the lolcat galleries have started taking their respective tolls. I’m still glued to my spot in front of my laptop trying to make sense of these darn hours.
I’m not who I thought I was 24 hours ago. Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You.
When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Bring out the tequila and some salt. I learned this the hard way. Squeezing lemons is way too tough plus it’s a bitch to your skin. Don’t bother fighting the odds. Just find a way to make it past the really big waves and watch your back because that undertow’s another bitch.
24 reasons to admit that I'm wrong. With all my excuses, still 24 strong.
I take comfort in the fact that one day all of this will make sense. It's all I have left.
I wanna see miracles. See the world change. Wrestle the angels for more than a name. For more than a feeling. For more than a cause. I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You.
24 hours in a day. I had 24 hours today. How did you spend yours?
The Beautiful Letdown