deja vu, but then again, familiarity breeds contempt, but knowing where i am because i've been there before, even though here isn't the best place in the world to be, it's comforting, because i know it ends, or at least goes away. time. for some reason it's turned into an enemy lately, not being something i've been cherishing, but wishing would travel faster, through, ummm, time i guess. and then when it has, i'll be wishing that it had moved slower through, ummm, time i guess. but i chew on my foot all the time, at least in my head.