Pale.
I hate, absolutely detest, this time of day. It is a time from about 5:30 PM till 8:30 PM when I just sink. Will and passion and everything is entirely drained from my body and I feel like mush. That is right now.
I don't know what it is. It seems to happen every year, maybe as the days get shorter and the sun sets when it should be beaming. But for a few months I am absolutely useless inbetween 5:30 to 8:30 PM. I loathe that time, I dread that time, I am nauseated by that time. My delight, my bliss, my heart bleeds from me as the light saps from the sky.
And again the next day.
I don't know what to do. If any of you want to call me between 5:30 and 8:30 PM, you would be welcomed.
Joe.
PS from the next morning:
Fortunately a wine contact just came through with eight boxes, red and white, Chilean wine. Exquisite.
posted by Amaranthine @ 5:29 pm
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4 Comments:
Man that sucks! That is so unfair! 5 days? Why didn't i know about this? Evil apostate that i am? i haven't heard from him in months. and i'm the one who'se going to be entirely all alone for Christmas...Dad? hint, hint. Come and visit us too!
Yeah, that's right! YOU'RE the evil apostates I was talking about. You see right through me.
Not really.
Actually, I was not allowed to tell anyone at all. Now I can.
Joe.
Share the love (i.e the wine...)...
Come over here Angie and I'll give you a sip.
Um, centered, I don't know why you can't play Intoxicating Eyes. Try downloading it again. It seems to work for me. If not, I can just give you an autographed copy with a kiss mark.
Joe.
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