Mais oui, kiddies, my window is IN. Now to get Junie over to do the damn thing.
But how much better I feel: it's there, it's new, it's gleaming. Passing by Hughie, my super, revealed to me that he's yet another person that "gets" it. He asked me how much I paid, I told him, and he shook his head. We then proceeded to have a lovely metaphysical conversation about the lack of protests on the part of sheep...er, people. They accept things such as last night's rent increase on the part of the guidelines board. I'll be paying 6.5% more than last lease.
We then talked about how we both agree Bush will provoke, if not completely orchestrate, another attack right before the election, thus ensuring his victory. Bush and Kerry really aren't that different from each other. Hugh was shocked about the EEU, which is Britain's acceptance into the Union. It's only a matter of time before the New World Order takes over us all. Yes, I am a conspiracy theorist at heart. On this, Hugh and I agree. We then discussed the idea of gnosticism, which is a deep and hearty stew indeed. Alas, I cut it short, went to work, and here I sit. Trying to get Junie on the phone.
Still, solstice is around the corner, and I'll happily watch all the redheads come out of the woodwork. I've got enough sunscreen and bugspray to make it all work.
As weird as this sounds, I am trying desperately to enjoy the summer. It only makes me appreciate the cold even more.
Now if I could just finish The Amber Spyglass, all would be well. What should I read next? Janov? Rowling? Dion Fortune?
The list is endless.
Hey, RD, how's the strings on the Crucianelli?
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