A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tumbling dice If i have been dreaming, i have not yet awakened. Morning alarm clock buzz found me again, dressing and rushing off to the office. a little monkey work to start the morning, setting up a conference room to serve as a dining area for some international functionaries who are roughly our analogues and who will be sitting down to a luncheon prepared in part by one of our staffers and partly catered The young lady with the bruises looking less so today, smiling when greeted, good-natured. Not to say there are not still tell-tale signs of the aforementioned skirmish, small spot of dark discoloration at the bridge of her nose, looking a tiny bit like dry blood just beneath the uppermost layer of skin, rough abrasion, some swelling along the cheekbone, surprising that she doesn't have a black eye. meanwhile, there are projects piling up and i must get back to them 10:59 a.m. - 2003-03-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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