Friday, December 19

Just caught a look of myself
in the mirror. Death Warmed Over would win a pageant crown next to what I resemble right now. Is this the onset of illness? Say it isn't so! I wouldn't be surprised. People are hacking, sneezing, sniffling, snorting, blowing, wheezing, dripping, honnnnnking. Let's all join in, shall we?

New favorite song
"Hotel Chelsea Nights," by Ryan Adams, off his 3rd cd release in two months, Love is Hell, Part 2.

Goodies
Run-down of the stuff vendors and clients have brought us today:
~tin of pistachios
~tin of mixed nuts
~box of chocolates which includes toffee, mixed chocolates and more nuts
~ tray of cookies
~ a Christmas wreath
~ tin of hot chocolate

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