The calendar is arbitrary.*
In two weeks time this would have seemed more portentous, or synchronous, or serendipitous. But it is now so I can wonder, rapt and unconfounded. I have been distracted from my comfortable rut and now I can't seem to find where I put it.
I know I came in here out of habit, but I can't remember what it was.This is a fundamentally good thing and I shall expound poetically and not explain myself. I excuse my apparent hypocricy because this thing is a good thing and all I wish to do is share the joy. Here, have some joy.
For example.Despite my fey blood I am switching to Blogger beta while I write this. I bought
Ars Magica (Fifth Edition) to satisfy myriad whims. I will stop now because I am unsatisfied with what I was writing when the pasta finished baking. Happy birthday, Shy.
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Ironically.