Still it seems as if only yesterday time was on my side
It seems as if one of the children is always sick.
It seems as if things are becoming worse since I began working with A Course in Miracles.
It seems as if I forgot to mention this.
It seems as if there is never any time to sit down and blog or spend time with God.
It seems as if companies like Classmates and AOL are giving away our account information without our knowledge.
It seems as if when he sun goes down my brain leaks out my ears.
It seems as if every possible cliché and story twist from any seafaring picture of the past 80 years made its way into this flick.
It seems as if they're no longer in love.
It seems as if books will never disappear.
It seems as if our weather mostly comes from the west.
It seems as if I suck and I screw up plans.
It seems as if grace visits us at moments of its own choosing.
It seems as if all-wheel drive was made exclusively for the Canadian market.
It seems as if there's nothing to do at this particular college but party as the girls segue from swimming pools to bonfires to dives.
It seems as if every time I turn on the news lately, I hear about another interest rate cut from Alan Greenspan and the Federal Reserve.
It seems as if every 20 years our society feels a need to go retro, to bring back some of the styles and fads of years past as if they were suddenly cool again.
It seems as if someone is always complaining.
It seems as if every other high-tech start-up wants to be a Nielsen of the Net.
It seems as if their meeting is anything but routine.
It seems as if I'll be doing that very same thing again.