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I FOUND THEM!

You'll all be happy to know that I finally found those DVD vouchers. (Well, you're more likely to be totally indifferent, but please allow me my fantasies).

Stephen was over again tonight, for a little bit of socializing and chat.

He asked me if I'd found the vouchers yet. The answer was no, so he helped me search for them again.

First we disassembled everything on the Living Room table. Nothing.

Then we start on the computer room. The phone rings. I expect it to be Scott (who said he'd ring when he finished work to see if Stephen was here, if so he'd drop in on the way home). It's not Scott, instead it's Chakae (Pronounced CH-kay).

So we chat for a while. While doing this I notice where the phone is sitting. It sits on the box that I usually keep the printer paper in, and there's a few CD's and other computer crap on it. I think to myself, "There's no way the vouchers could be under the phone", so I pick up the phone and lo and behold! The DVD vouchers, hiding under the phone.

So I have finally found them. I've put them in the centre of the Living Room table, so I can't lose the again. I'll probably use them tomorrow.

Life if good, if still painful!

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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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