A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pressing the pause button today is looking painfully slow... i think as soon as someone slips my paycheck into my greasy little fingers i will just fill out a pair of leave slips and call it a week, i have one tiny little order of business to attend to and i don't think the person whose answers i need is even around to assist on the matter, so me and my customer here are seemingly SOL. christmas went off without a hitch --well, mostly - my brother's kids were a little too caught up in their revelry and took too long getting ready for our annual sojourn over to our sister's house for the remainder of the x-mas festivities which caused my brother and his need to be punctual no end of stress which then had him acting pissy all the way through the drive across town - if i didn't think it would just be pouring gas on the fire, i would have told him to just get over himself and that there are a million more things in the world that deserve throwing fits over, being a few minutes late to a family function (especially when others in the family will consistently be even later than us) isn't and should never be one of them. i love my brother to death, but yeah, he can be really bullshit sometimes, i guess it runs in the family once we got where we were going things settled down and we were all able to just settle down and soak up the family vibe. and the day, while it lasted, was a pleasant distraction from the rhythms of the world. 10:33 a.m. - 2002-12-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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