That special champagne buzz
Four days to the wind
Four days without desks without keyboards and radiation-blind eyes There's pat� on my tongue and the salt squish of caviar sits black against my throat. Happy yule, happy logs by the fire, happy hugs and happy sentiments. My sister's back in town, we're off to paint it funny colours -- I'll be back on Wednesday.
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Last few Rants:
I guess this is goodbye. - 11:57 a.m. , 2005-02-10
Endorphins, stress, and magickal mystery - 5:07 p.m. , 2005-02-02
stress, incoming - 4:42 p.m. , 2005-01-28
heaving great happy sighs - 3:05 p.m. , 2005-01-24
Imposter syndrome strikes again - 1:20 p.m. , 2005-01-19
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