Monday, Dec. 06, 2004 - 3:57 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Fix the Picture and Cold Weather
OK, OK, since everyone seemed so GUNG HO as to return like THREE TIMES and COMMENT AGAIN AND AGAIN about the mysterious missing small press photo, well, I've uploaded it to Diaryland (really, I WAS trying to keep down my diaryland uploading... I have used nearly 80% of my limit and I am just STARTING year #2!!)...
So here is another try:
So there ya are. I look JUST LIKE ME. Wow. Same outfit, same face, same wares to flog. No floggers to wear. No hanging half naked off of a hotel shower curtain bar... So sad too bad.
A wee essay or something:
That's enough for now.
You know, it is boggling how little I can get done on a long empty day. Boggling. yep. But I DID clear about 1300 messages out of my inbox and sent box. That takes lots of time. Sorry if you did some of my surveys and I didn't reply to you. Yes, I finally bit the bullet and ERASED all of the diaryland "someone has filled out your survey" emails that have been piling up since August. So sorry I got behind. Hope you had fun doing them anyways.
Well, off to bed now. It's my new thing...trying to get up for noon...with a full eight hours sleep. The weird thing is that then I dream alot and remember my dreams. Last night i was going to paint on some paintings for my watercolor class, and then these women in the room told me that they had invited two whole classrooms of children to watch while I painted, and they kept moving me around, and it was hard to keep changing the tables and equipment and my tools around as first one class then the other arrived. Lots of moving shit and no painting.
What does that mean? It is very similar to the doing laundry dream I had two nights ago... I had like six different machines going with different loads of laundry and was moving around a lot of colored towels and assorted mixed laundry. At least I didn't have to sort the loads... there didn't seem to be a white or a black load, just lots of mixed bright colors. Hmmm, though now that I think of it, seems to me there was a nice pair of white underwear... them long legged boy cut ones... and they came out bluish instead. Dang.
It's ok, when I woke up I had only done one load and it was all black and navy blue. Leave it to me to properly sort the underwear.
I wonder what it will be tonight? A dream about books and more books and moving bookshelves??
Here is my horoscope for Sunday, December 5:
Is it just me, or is that a stupid horoscope for a Sunday?? Who the hell shops for Christmas on a Sunday? No I didn't shop. But I spent too much money on junky foodstuffs... a breakfast croissant at the cafe after the coffeeshop where I wanted a filling full breakfast was overjammed to the door with waiting people. Then later I went back to the coffeeshop and had a poutine and another coffee, and then I bought a Pep bar. Like I needed all of that. I will bleed my xmas shopping budget dry frenchfry by frenchfry I will. dang.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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