Happy Berfday to Me!

to me, to me!
woo.

*sigh*

22 on 22. Maybe I'll go get an icecream out of the machine. Ohh! and spegetti O's are soft enough to eat!

- K.

Smoke

Drifted west ward
To the land
That holds rocks, trees, blood, and tears

Drifted back on memories
Long accomplished
Clouded, not forgotten

Sat and drifted
Listening to the wind
To the snow

In the midst of the worst of it
A storm
Delivering a clean new place

Knowing pain
Real and blinding
In the flesh and the heart

Living with it
And going on
Like a late spring flake

Sable crow danced with a great red hawk
And for a time
I drifted with them.

- K.

Sniffly

So I'm sniffly. Birthdays do that to me sometimes.
So does "The West Wing" but I'm not going to spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it. That made me pretty sniffly for a good time. Can't handle massive amounts of symbolism in 20 minutes.
Aaron Sorkin is a bastard.

All and all it was an OK birthday.
Got to actually sit down and talk with Bleys, and Zibwar. Was good. Very sad StRandom couldn't make it, but I hope he's feeling better.
Got the call, Mum and Dad bought the car. Geo Prism I guess, needs some work, but hey, I don't have much in the way of hobbies right now.
Ah well, must try to set infernal clock and go to bed.

- K.