There are things to write - and it's been a while. About our christmas party. About champagne in rosie's cleavage. About the word "paralytic". About software and laptops. About endings and beginnings. All this is translated into "ah ah ah" noisings and no wordage.
It's a busy time of year. This year, it's a nice time of year. The weather is nice. The presents are wrapped. The plans are made.
The New Year will truly be one - and 2004 is looking mighty good - she says skipping over the Christmas bit. No, no. I have things to say, but not necessarily today.