It's already the last day of 2006 yet the granite-colored sky looks like it was stolen from a day in August. If that's supposed to be a bad omen, then hell with it; I'm not afraid of a little rain. Besides, if it rains later, it'd be a silent New Year: something vastly different from all the past year characterized by blasts and smoke (which the dog and the cat are not particularly fond of--the turtles, as useless, don't seem to mind). I haven't done as well as I hoped to this year, but then again some people say I pressure myself too much.
Stupid copy-protect thing prevents sandwich CD from playing properly on laptop. Damn. And they're back home--I sense another round of Monopoly coming.
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