Gradually Falling

For the last two days I've been looking for a good picture manager and I finally came across one that is everything I wanted and more. that basically means it's free It's called FastStone Image Viewer, and it packs quite a punch for a little free program. I've been using Picasa2 but it's the first Google product to kind of disappoint me. Not disappoint, but annoy. I takes 20 minutes to load until it finds all of the new pictures on my computer (I guess I am running Windows XP and should be able to multitask, but I like waiting till it's done before I start editing photos. I grew up with Windows 3.1, ok!), and I couldn't find my shared folder to add to it's folder manager so I couldn't touch those pictures. I think I dislike that most - Picasa is so intuitive, but it compromises my ability to do things how I want to, which is search for my files manually. Anyway, I've been using Microsoft Office Picture Manager on my laptop, but that came with Office and my new desktop doesn't have it. FastStone is super, or maybe it's just because I am finally done searching. For now.


ANYWAY, talk about a tangent, this all leads to the reason I'm posting tonight. While looking through some old picture folders, I ran into a little poem thing I wrote a long time ago. It looks like I wrote it on note paper, probably during some class that I was supposed to be paying attention to but I was pondering life's mysteries instead. If you've ever read my stuff or heard my songs, you'll know that I'm constantly plagued with a guilty conscience, or at least fighting off my own devils and Goliaths. This is a good illustration: