Saturday, December 04, 2004

here, put this on....it's made of lunchmeat.

I'm thinking my malady was/is stomach flu, not food poisoning after all. But I've become afraid of the turkey since Thursday, and so it's still sitting in all its Little Shop of Horrors malice at the back of the refrigerator.

Sometimes quiet, thoughtful acts of kindness are a form of revenge.

Tomorrow I'm going to make another dent in my Christmas shopping. This is not revenge, but pleasure.
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