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Bleh!

Didn't get a weekend last weekend. Instead I was in at work for most of it.

We had decided that the computer network needed a major overhaul, and the only time that could be done was a weekend. Since I was the one who new the most about the network, and I was also the one most likely to be able to fix things if they broke, I was the lucky individual given the job.

This was good news in that I spent the weekend in air conditioned comfort, plus while I was waiting for computers to do stuff I was able to do whatever I wanted (so I did some Shadowrun research), and I was getting paid for it!

The bad news was that I didn't get a weekend, and at the moment I'm on my 11th day straight.

Not feeling all that good at the moment. My back and neck are playing up badly. I had a chiropractor appointment on Tuesday afternoon, but other bits started hurting the moment I walked out of there, so I have another one tonight. This modifies my plans for this weekend a bit.

Mum and Dad moved last weekend. The removalists came in Sunday morning and packed everything up, Mum and Dad drove to Dalby and spent the night there (about half way) and then they went the rest of the way Monday, and the removalists left St George for the entire trip on Monday.

This evening I was supposed to be driving up to their new place after work, but that's now been delayed until tomorrow morning.

I'll be staying up there until Sunday evening, and then coming home.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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