12:56: # #(2004 12 21)

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17:21: # #(2004 12 8)

I want my week-end. Now.

Except..., my week-end is not mine.

We all need lives of our own.

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22:32: # #(2004 11 12)

Amidst discourse with Allli, horoscopes were checked. Mine

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Your friends can't make this decision for you, but they can give valuable advice.

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20:27: # #(2004 11 15)

a horrid pun

"For your ample delectation during quiet recreation-- dinner and an evening dining in. Let's engage in conspiration as you have my admiration-- here's a box of laxatives. Make it Good." (written ironically and cock-eyed on a square yellow sticky placed between an elegantly wrapped box of splendid chocolates and box of splendid art-implements, the latter container being the labelled shipping-container of the bow-tie that had just been forcibly removed from my neck.)

Life is replete with irony.

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15:14: # #(2004 11 3)

This year of mine has been a lame year for journalling.

The output from past years seems so much more interesting--I suppose that I should add some links back to them.

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