Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Friday, April 13, 2007

'Twas Friday, and the slithy toves...

Today's lyric:
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"Farewell all my family, don't you know I mean you so well
Please appreciate I must make a break just to see what I can do
The stage is set, so understand I can't hide in the wings no more
I've got to go now it's no use me staying home?"

Rod Stewart: "Farewell"
From the album: "Handbags and gladrags"

Good O'l Boy

#1 Half day in S6 yesterday to seal the impending end of Phase I of the project that's dominated my work-schedule for the past eight months. I'll (almost) be sorry to see it go.
#2 No (recollectable) dreams from last night?
#3 The old boiler, a storm-busted chiminea, defunct hover mower and plastic fencing that've been clogging the side entrance of our home, awaiting the re-opening of the Amenity Tip, had all miraculously disappeared when we got back from work yesterday evening? There is an Old Boiler Fairy? Fecker must've weighed three hundredweight, minimum. The wall breathed a sigh of relief when it came off its hinges!
#4 I know it's been a 'short' week, but where's my Friday bacon sarnies, colleague?

Enjoy your weekends, y'all.

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