DECEMBER ARCHIVES - 2002
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| "We still remember we who dwell, In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas." | (Monday December 16th, 2002 | 01:12) |
Stupid weather, be more like winter.

      I've been waiting since the nonexistent winter last year for a really nice, long, snowy, wonderful winter ... but apparently I don't get what I want.

      Ah well, maybe we'll get a huge snowstorm next week and have an especially late spring ... but that might be a bit much to hope for. I'll have to spur Chuck on in his weather-controlling-machine project.

      Miss Laura's Tea Party was quite nice, even if I am officially 'the devil' now. She insists that the title is meant in only good ways. Miss Andrea showed up and I got to talk to her for the first time in approximately four years. There was generally good conversation all around, most of it revolving around botany and cooking ... you'd almost think we were all 60 year old women.

      Life is getting a bit odd, but in that good surreal way, and not in the more unpleasant 'loosing it' way. I manage to never get to sleep until 3 of 4 every night, wake up late, and rush to work pretty much straight from bed. This, coupled with the fact that all I do in my free time is read Calenture, The Lays of Beleriand, and play Castlevania, is making my days seem a little off.