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Finished the last of the printing off today at work. As far as I can tell I think I went through two reams of paper. Ugh! I question my sanity when I keep doing these sorts of things.

All that's left to do is cut out the name badges, etc, do up the envelopes (some things are going to be in envelopes to be handed to certain characters at certain times) and work out the best method for transporting this mound of paper to Melbourne.

And I need to pack for the trip.

Also needing to be done is putting the garbage out, packing away more of my stuff at home that isn't needed, work out where we're putting Nicole's computer so she can use it while I'm not here, transport some of the packed boxes to storage, show Nicole or Perrin how to use the storage place so they can put stuff of mine in storage for me while I'm away, shave and a hair cut, do some washing, type up Mum's Banana Bread recipe and send it to one of the guys at work, and get enough sleep so I can get to the airport in time tomorrow.

I hate the lead up to holidays. So much to do.

This time tomorrow, I'll be in Melbourne! Happy about that!

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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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