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I do not celebrate Christmas, but I'll be darned if I can resist Black Friday Doorbusters like $200 luggage on sale for $39.99 at J. C. Penny. I don't even NEED luggage.. but it's such a delicious purple.....

I love it.

Something is being lost. At most it's picked up and licked by a few individuals between three and four in the morning on a Friday. By the Lunar Calendar. The taste is sweet and in a world of remakes and rehash, treasured by the few who recognize the strange symbolism and complicated innuendos involved in birth of a visual symphony , a masterpiece of noise, a volume of blinding language.

I long to read words that captivate, to see character flesh out in in musical notes, to devour a film and feel satisfied, to find myself in an artist's outcry of expression. Only I find myself lamenting the loss of something that no longer is, as much as it was.

You know you've sat around long enough with a hurt back when you desire to clean the toilet. Oh to be able to bend over and scrub that porcelain!

Tomorrow I may desire to sit and do not a thing but watch old Doctor Who, but today I am restless and lamenting the foolish action of bending over to pick up a plastic bag last week. That horrible, evil plastic bag, I should have thrown it away instead of keeping it to recycle and allowing it opportunity to escape. That's what helping the environment gets you folks! Really, how was I to know an innocent looking plastic bag was devising a trap to aggravate the injury I sustained in my teenage years picking up a tennis ball? Oh how I loathe that tennis ball for being so soft and bouncy that I had to chase it, twisting low to grab a hold of it's pleasant fuzziness.. and promptly throwing my back into agony. Darn you tennis ball of doom!

I think the plastic bag and the tennis ball definitely conspired against me.

That's booty T.B. and P.B., totally booty.