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October 8th, 2007

Feel my unclean wrath.

So I stop off at home to get the nice shower head.

DO NOT TELL ME THAT I HAVE TO HAVE A PAIR OF VISE-GRIPS TO UNINSTALL THE OLD BROKEN SHOWER HEAD WHEN IT IS PAST MY BEDTIME AND I AM DIRTY AND CRANKY.

*ahem*

Looks like tomorrow may involve tool-shopping. Perhaps power-tool shopping.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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