October 24th, 2003

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Ah, fall.

This is the time of year when all my friends start to sidle away from me, because my circulation has cut out. It's really odd how I can be warm, even overly warm, but my hands will still be chilled.

I remember fondly the marching band rehearsals out in the parking lot. I had part of the drum line trained well enough that every time the instructor called a break, one of them would come to me, turn his or her back, and loosen the collar so I could slip my hands in and warm them.

Okay, so maybe I did have friends in high school. Or maybe I just knew a lot of masochists...

The nice crisp cold makes me want to snuggle up in a big blanket in front of a fire with a hot cup of something. And someone friendly-but-not-serious to cuddle up to.
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Note to self: Do not say "Yeah, what do you want?" to a client after answering the phone. Even if it's the friendly one who sings to himself, chats a lot, was in half an hour ago, and won't care. It's a bad habit to get into.