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Well...

I woke up this morning in much better shape than I feared I would be. Usually when I skip a night without taking one of the anti-inflammatory's I feel stiff and sore all over the next morning.

I have a feeling it may be the weather.

It was a lot warmer today that it has been the past few days. I'm currently wandering around the house with shorts and t-shirt on, and neither of the heaters on. Plus when I went to the gym I didn't need a jumper for the walk down.

Just in case I'm going to put one of the heaters in my room while I sleep, and hopefully the warmth should mean I get a decent sleep. I'm going to need it. I've got to see one of the company directors (Dianne) tomorrow, about a project I'm going to be working on.

Now, Dianne is a lovely lady, but she still thinks in terms of DOS and DBase II!

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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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