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Hot, Chocolate & Sunset Thursday, May. 15, 2008 - 12:03 a.m. It's going to be one of the hottest days of the year here in San Francisco. So, if you don't see me online, it's because the power is out, or I'm hibernating in the cool dark bedroom where John had Elvised the windows. If you're worried about my whereabouts, feel free to ping. --- Okay. Been working on the musical mondegreen from yesterday, and have come up with a little something:
Door nail foo Sunny llama Tina Then there's Don. If you wish to submit a storyline pertaining to the above, feel free. --- I gave John a haircut last night, and it turned out well and good, but while we were involved in that activity, I noticed the lovely pink light coming in through the west window, so I excused myself from John's head for a minute and went and grabbed my camera and took a picture: The haircut was more or less concluded about a half hour later, and I happened to glance out the window again and see the sky about twenty minutes or so after the sun had set: Sorry if this second picture reads as being dark, but this really is what color everything was. --- That's it for now! Have a good Thursday. ---
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