so today is thanksgiving.
the turkey is almost done.
the hot rolls are in the oven.
home alone is on the telly.
and i am sitting in front of the computer sharing my holiday with you.
last night my friends and i got together for a night of poetry and, well, just poetry.
it turned out nicely.
(though not everyone came due to me not telling people where it was at.)
i sold two copies of my poetry book.
(which is available to any of you for a five dollar purchase plus shipping and handling.)
i am going to quit typing because my head suddenly feels so heavy that i cant hold it up.
(i got one of them colds, you see)
happy thanksgiving diarylanders!
1:40 p.m. - 2003-11-27
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