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Walking down the street today I hear from a car on Troost; "hey baby! My friend wanted to holler at you!" *facepalm* Made me laugh, though. And I might have smiled. A little.

Work at the house is progressing slowly. Today I went through the kitchen, cleaning old dusty dishes and deciding what to bring over to the condo. Brought home a crock pot, a stew pot, my Salad Shooter and a one cup coffee maker. Ooo, coffee.

I thought Mark's birthday was today. I made navy bean soup, yellow cake with chocolate buttercream frosting, banana bread and cornbread for the beans. Exhausted myself.

And his birthday is tomorrow. *sob*

I've been looking through some old fanzines that I contributed to about 12 years ago. One thing that stands out is the poetry. I haven't felt the urge to write any kind of poems for any of the fandoms I've been involved with since Forever Knight. I suppose it's because there's something romantic about vampires, living forever and the loneliness of eternal life. I can't imagine writing a poem about the Wraith;

sweet queen
teeth like stilettos
deadly palms
translucent skin so pasty rare
you suck-
*screeching halt*

See, really nothing romantic about the wraith.