Quiet and peaceful. I think that’s needed from time to time in order to make one feel sane. With all the chaos that goes on in life, it’s nice to take partake in nothingness.

It’s been a great weekend. I needed a good weekend like this to be honest. Of course, given it’s Sunday it’s sad that the weekend is over, but fortunately for me, I love my job and Monday doesn’t produce the “Somebody has the case of the Monday’s” blues like it did in a particular movie …. I feel accomplished and at the same time I felt like I didn’t do nearly enough. I’m sure both cases are true, it just depends on which kc you ask. The bum kc would tell you that I did more than enough, and the over achiever kc would tell you nothing got done.

No matter which version of me you asked, both would say they were pleasantly surprised on how easy the wiring was for Dolly’s lights. At one point I stepped back, and snapped a photo that made me even grit my teeth. I had half of Dolly’s guts ripped out it seemed. All before my first payment on her …. My lightbar comes in on Tuesday, so hopefully I’ll have more photos to post before then … we’ll see.

Tic Toc Tic Toc. My apartment is so silent right now. I haven’t brought myself to turn the volume back up on my TV, or crank the radio up. All I can hear is the clock … sitting in silence I suppose makes you think and reflect on things.

On the other hand, It’s pretty depressing too.

I suppose it doesn’t help that I’ve read some rather depressing stories today. In the past week or so, I’ve saw quite a few things that make me let out a long, drawn out breathe. And what can be so heart felt and depressing, all in the same go around you ask? Family members sharing the legacy of their children via a myspace page. As if their page was their bedroom, never to be changed again …

People leaving their comments, their condolences and the magnitude of sorrow that can be felt of people stopping by. Even if it’s a close relative or friend, or even a passerby, it’s all the same. To see and read what some people say makes one’s heart turn into a sponge, reamed and twisted.

It’s sad really. Very sad. Very touching too.

I’ve never really been afraid of death. Nor have I ever questioned it. I suppose I never really think about it enough to know much about it, other than what I read in a newspaper here and there, or what I see on the television. I never gave much thought into it until recently. Not until I started to read blog entires, and comments left by people who were torn into pieces, missing their beloved friend, brother, sister, mother, father. It got me thinking about OzweegoVille, and my myspace page, and my facebook page, and everything digital that encompasses me would be forever unchanged. Surely to drift into the digital darkness.

It’s not death, not even the digital darkness that has me worried. Moreso the eerie sound that silence makes, not of my own passing, but of those I care most deeply about. I suppose I never really thought about it.

So please excuse me while I find something to drown out the thought of silence …