[2000-12-31 - 15:34:50] - fast away the old year passes. or, not fast. kind of away the old year meanders. joyfully. joyful meandering. sounds good to me.

Whew. Cold out there, folks.

I think we're actually going to leave, shortly. I came back to say, I love you, and, windmills, and to remind you that your mindset on the dawn of the new year dictates the theme for the rest of the year. So, be great with joy.

"Open your eyes! The world is not ended."

That's also not an accurate quote, I don't think. But, I told you I'd talk to you again before the new year, and I want you to know I'll be thinking about you.

Also-- I was falling asleep on Dustin's couch last night after reading Batman: The Killing Joke, and I thought-- Bobby finds out that Hank and Warren are involved.

Hank says, "I don't understand why you're taking this so hard."

Bobby shakes his head for the umpteenth time, and gestures widly into the air, says, "Well, I mean, Jesus, Hank, If I'd KNOWN that you were, that you could-! I! Jesus!"

" . . You would've what, Robert?"

"What. I." He shakes his head again, and looks down at the ground and then looks back up. "I." Gestures again. "I would've . . would've gotten you that shirt. Y'know, with the V-neck. The one I said looked kinda. Gay."

Hank regards Bobby for a long moment and then sighs. He says, "I didn't know you'd been shopping for me, Bobby. You should've given me the shirt anyway. I would have taken it."

Bobby scowls at the tabletop, not really scowling, but trying to keep his hand from shaking. "Yeah, well. Warren gave you his shirt. I guess."

--And then maybe Hank says, "I still need a good hat," or something, and then he and Bobby have kind of a joking, painful banter about what "hat" could mean.

Or not.

I should've dreamt something holiday themed, shouldn't I have. Maybe next year. ;]

Goodnight, sleep tight, my darling. When next I see you, there'll be a different sun.

God bless 2001.

--Alestar
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oh, let my keel burst! let me go to the sea!


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