Thursday, January 3, 2008
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Sometimes I wonder how my perfectly planned life became so perfectly un-planned. The only thing I know for certain is that tomorrow, I will be waking up in Portland. I suppose even that is a crap shoot, but the odds are pretty darn good, and for now, that's enough.
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You could always lie in wait with a can of spray paint....
Not even distantly!
Golden mouse = good fortune in the year of the rat. Your reward for liberating other sentient rats.
(When you have the menace mice, take care of it, and do not hesitate. The hesitation is far more deadly.)
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