What is there to say? There is nothing to say.

When someone dies, people always seem to say that they feel grateful for being alive. The only time I have felt that way was just after I left my father's viewing last August. I don't feel grateful for anything. Instead I feel really, really sorry for myself.

And I feel like a real asshole for feeling that way.

Sometimes life is randomly cruel and brutal. Today I am struggling with the desire to wallow in the sad, pathetic feeling that I have experienced more than my fair share of it.

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There's a lot of really good stuff here. Listen to the track "There's a New World Coming."

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Because I'm supposed to tell you this:

PUBLICity: A Gallery Exhibit of Toronto's Public Spaces
Runs from March 16th to April 23rd 2005 at the Toronto Free Gallery
Opening Reception: Thursday March 17th 7-10pm