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I am not ignoring you

Good evening ladies and gentlemen.

Just so that you are aware, I am not ignoring you. Between being ill, computer problems and not having much time with getting everything ready for the Melbourne trip I have had to let my LJ posting slide.

Don't expect much for the next three weeks or so. I fly down to Melbourne Wednesday afternoon, the roleplaying convention (Conquest is over the four days of the Easter long weekend, and then I've got a week and a half of holidays, flying back on the 29th of April.

Today, however hasn't been a good day for me. Had a chiropratic appointment this morning, and walked out feeling much better. Well, ran out feeling much better actually, but that was only because it was raining.

Driving from the clinic to work, had to slow down at one point to let the guy in front of me pull into a driveway. I pull my foot off the brake, put it back onto the accelerator to speed back up and continue the trip, and the asshole behind me runs into my car.

Bugger!

No real damage, but the impact was enough to put everything that had just been adjusted back where it was before the adjustment. Oh well, there goes $40, and I need to make another appointment for Tuesday before I go.

This time in five days I'll be in Melbourne.

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halloranelder
Apr. 12th, 2003 02:28 am (UTC)
Memo to self:

Buy more film for the camera.

Thanks for the reminder.

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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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