A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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the silent antipathy of ravens toward waterbirds

currently spinning:

A Perfect Circle Three Libras (as well as the rest of the Mer de Noms CD, Filter Short Bus ; Underworld soundtrack ; ColdplayParachutes

uneventful day, uneventful weekend, managed to get out briefly friday inspite of mounting bills which are slightly larger due to some increase of utility usage. Sorted that out, left the cats alone a little longer than they cared to be left, made sure they had food and water before the day was in motion, down to making sure that the litterboxes were also clean...went to an opening reception of a gallery exhibit at Perihelion, mostly just people-watched. enjoyed the artwork but gave myself fits trying to be any kind of social...small gallery, it only took me an hour or so to really take in all of the pieces before i started walking, hoping to catch another one of the First Friday galleries in walking distance before finally just saying fuck it and taking a cab up to the store so i could pick up some supplies for the darling little hellbeasts

i was home before ten. i can remember when going out on a Friday night meant sometimes not coming home until very early Sunday morning...but anymore i would be treading into the realm of the ridiculous trying to still carry off that sort of behavior

7:23 p.m. - 2003-09-07

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a jump to the left - a step to teh right