A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- memories of childhood sliding across frost covered lawns I've killed all the tasks on my desk for the day, answered the two voicemails, answered all three e-mails (whoo!) and even did a bit of tidying up tonight i will go to my uncle's house for a bit, which will be nice, i think i will respectfully decline my neighbors invitation though (they haven't made it yet, but i'm certain they will, there is always something going on on xmas eve over there) i wont be bothered by the return of the drums tonight (there has been a break and nearly two weeks of blessed silence) i get to leave in fifteen minutes i have one gift left to track down, but it's not specific to the holiday so i will coast a little until i can swing it perfectly. some body of lowly functionaries finally repaid me what they owed after a year of my having to ape their own traits and harass them every month to make good, this will help rebuild the finances i deconstructed in the usual holiday indulgences. 12:10 p.m. - 2002-12-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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