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To His Lips


He stares out the dark window
Half-eaten sandwich rising to his lips
Without seeing the undead suits
Crowded around him to feast
On the dark corpse of hope
He doesn't consider the taste
Perhaps
It has no great taste
Still
It rises unbidden to his lips

Sometimes you just need to crash (Sleep is good...)


Came home early from Linux Caffe this afternoon to walk Caillou. Turns out Rose was coming home anyway to do it, but oh well. I took him out and then just crashed for the rest of the evening (until around 9:45, when he needed another walk). I would consider doing more work tonight, but I ...

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I need to work on my rock-climbing technique (Way too much stress on my fingers/forearms)


Had a fun time at rock (wall) climbing this evening. It was my first time. I didn't do spectacularly well; didn't make it all the way up even one 5.6 level run despite spending 30 or 40 minutes halfway up the one run trying to get past the point that seemed to require using one's ...

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I'll just get one or two things done before I head down (Dangerous thoughts in the morning...)


I've switched to using the new cell phone as my alarm clock. It's with me, has a battery, and doesn't risk having the computer blast Rose out of bed in the morning if I'm not there to catch it. It worked fine, I woke up at 08:00, crossed the room, opened it up, pressed a ...

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