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  <title>Feath, Twilit Calligrapher</title>
  <subtitle>That is the sound of my fingernails as I am yanked down the chalkboard of life.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-07-13T14:22:49Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1011137</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-13T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-13T14:22:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-13T14:22:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my head is going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;ever since last night, i've been  having little knives stab me in the temples. randomly. &lt;br /&gt;the school across the street is having a "talk with a whistle day" (or so it seems) because there ism't the usual sound of children playing/laughing/screaming, but the contenous, no stop, sound of 500 whistles going off. and its been that way for 3 fucking hours. ahhhh - the little darlings have been released from the daily prison to return home. past my window. and they are still blowing THE FUCKING HIGH PITCHED WHISTLES CONSTANTLY.&lt;br /&gt;the little knives have turned into butchers cleavers and are hitting with the rythem of whistles.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll throw up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1010714</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-11T12:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-11T11:54:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-11T11:54:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where can i go to send a fax? who offers this service? google fails me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1010685</id>
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    <title>When bunnys attack!</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T15:01:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T15:01:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just realized, you put &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt; at the end of any tv show, and make it a better show title 99% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love comes softly &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown; &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmed &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most dangerous horrifing home vidios; &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space 1999 &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the a team &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martial law &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tour of duty &lt;i&gt;When bunnys attack&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1010348</id>
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    <title>google strikes again</title>
    <published>2009-07-07T12:53:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-07T12:53:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/fail-owned-google-maps-fail.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=389" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curtians - cause you just never know who's watching</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1010003</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-04T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T21:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-04T21:24:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i see i'm boring you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1009841</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-04T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T19:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-04T19:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay. i'm going to have a good whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ribs hurt like someone punched me. they've felt like this for 3 days now, and its not getting better. its so bad, its hard to breath. i dont see any brusing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ears are sweating. so help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left knee got twisted again. i was in a car accedent like...gowd, ages ago. cleo might remember it...when the van got hit and slid down the street... well, anyway, my knee hit the door handle and ever since then, it will go 'out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm constantly hungry. im fucking sick of being hungry. oh, and, my tongue is raw. so, not only am i starving, it hurts to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, all done.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1009611</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-04T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T12:16:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-04T12:16:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i had to do some running around - donated some clothes to charity (a good deed) - stopped at the grocery store - stopped at the street market -... and when i got home, i was LESS red in the face than normal. usually by the time i get back, i look like a heat stroke victem ready to fall down. &lt;br /&gt;you'd think with the tai-chi (which i'm done with class, only do at home now), and the amount of physical stuff and walking i do, my circulation would be better. my left leg is significantly thinner than my right. i'm contributing it to the loss of weight - i always lose weight in my legs first. but, um... well. something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;its hotter than hades. where's the ice cream man?!</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-02T19:08:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T18:08:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T18:08:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The shav in me loves these boots. ah, if i were only 30 years and 30 pounds lighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/imgad?id=CMedmLCmyKiY4gEQoAEYwgQyCOg8qRS-JVK0" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1009020</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-07-01T15:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-01T14:05:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T14:05:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shahhe got a new ball today.&lt;br /&gt;it was under the couch 5 seconds after hitting the floor for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so damn bloated. blah. i need to get out tonight - do some walking when it cools off. i went out the other night and took my camera, but they had the park all locked up so didn't get crap for shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my income support still hasn't arrived in my bank acct...starting to worry a bit about it, guess i should call them and see if there's a hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slightly bored. maybe i'll put up the mirror today - i've been putting it off cause the thing weighs more than i do, and i'm concerned i'll have trouble lifting it to put it on its brackets.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1008709</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-30T14:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-30T13:45:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-30T13:45:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the newest firefox crashes about once every 15 minutes. even explorer was never this bad.&lt;br /&gt;i've downgraded to firefox 2.0 and ... so far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i've lost all the bookmarks i'd managed to find</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1008469</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-29T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T23:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T23:02:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday, i shaved shahhe. she was pretty matted up. as usual, after i'm done shaving her, she looks like a punk rocker that had a fight with a lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;it would work a lot better if she didn't wiggle. (wiggle sounds so much better than fight violently). i got the bad bits done and a few...spots. it'll look okay in a month or two &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one hell of a lot of hair on my bed afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than a minute after i was done, she was cleaning herself like a good kitty. with that magnificant mane, and 6 inch long hair between her tongue and her bottom, she just can't get to it. she knows what to do! she just can't get there hehe.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1007878</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-28T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-28T18:16:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-28T18:16:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whats the date? am i pms'ing or am I just ready to commit homicide because it's like a full moon or something?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1007862</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-27T16:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T16:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T16:05:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember michael jackson as a little black boy, and a clownish freak, but everything else in between is rather a blur. I was totally shocked when black &amp; white came out, with the crotch grabbing. that pretty much left me cold about him. I liked his music when i heard it, but i never went out of my way to get it.&lt;br /&gt;He had enough problems for a platoon, a sex life i'd rather not think about, god knows what else... and now that he's gone, i realize for such a fucked up little freak, he made DAMN good music.&lt;br /&gt;i suspect his records aren't going to stay on the shelves, and where he had money problems, his kids should be set up pretty good from this months sales. i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;i realize his passing will leave a small hole in my life - for what he did not have time to produce. no one will ever know if he could have topped thriller.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the man, but i got to say, he was a great intertainer, and he was music.&lt;br /&gt;best of life to him in his journeys.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1007442</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-27T09:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T08:11:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T08:46:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had this book memorized at one point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thereadingnook.com/image_manager/attributes/image/image_5/0394800184_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this and Go Dog, Go were the 2 most loved books in my childrens library. Good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51MD52CPH6L._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my party hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, anything by Dr Seuss was a winner!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1007274</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-25T09:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T08:21:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T08:21:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night, as i climbed into bed, i could hear shahhe purring in the living room. i am smuggly amused at the amount of sounds she's putting out, like a proud parent. slowly, the purring grows louder. i realize its far too loud to be coming from another room, so slowly turn over to look at the door. where was she?&lt;br /&gt;sitting 2 inches from the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;shahhe is terrified of faces - i'm sure some little kid picked her up as a kitten, put their face up against her's and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;the fact shahhe is laying next to my head was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night my neb wasn't working, but i fixed it. score one for the old broad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checking into taking a parashoot jump again - to find i now no longer fit the weight requirements. i'd have to lose a stone to be able to jump. how sad. so, next up, paragliding. maybe they dont have the same weight requirements. damn, you, prednoslone!</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-22T09:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T08:55:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T09:38:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nm, got it</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feath:1006149</id>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-20T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-20T22:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-20T22:50:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, shahhe is eating - a wolf comes to mind - and using the box. she sits on the chair arm and looks out the window. i have it set up so peeps outside cant see her unless she sits in the window and stretches up. which she doesn't seem to want to do - yet.&lt;br /&gt;shes a soft voiced cat, but lord, she sounds loud in here. surprising how much carpeting absorbs sounds - or how much sound is made by its absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the store today, and while there got to feeling pretty tight in the chest. reached for my inhailer to find it gone! yikes! i made it home, but haven't beaten down the asthma attack yet, hours later. the longer you got to wait to fix it, the harder it is to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new picture up on the front of the journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a friend lost in the middle of buffallo. out of towner - i hope he finds the hotel lol&lt;br /&gt;scenes from The Out of Towner keeps coming to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to my mother today. she's not doing well, having a bit of memory/speaking troubles. the manager of her sr. housing is trying to kick her out, cause she's not keeping her place clean enough ... seems to me the home help should be the ones getting in trouble, because thats their damn job to keep the place clean. twice a week she comes in. and the carpeting? the carpet hasn't been changed sence my mother moved in over 20 damn years ago. thats got to be illigal. i'm thinking the managers in the US have to change carpet and paint every 10 years or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me mad, thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit; i'd heard someone trying to get in the front door. rattle rattle rattle...i got to look to find it was shahhe trying to open the bathroom door. (she knows how to open doors). the bathroom door is heavy, but doesn't latch properly, (and always closes by itself) so you only need to pull/push. she'd get out easy, but getting in was proving beyond her strength. i opened it for her and put a little thingy in the jam so it doesn't close all the way. she investigated everything and lost interest. lol</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-17T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T21:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T21:26:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shahhe's investigated the flat. she's sat in my lap, followed me, demanded petting, sat on the furnature. she's done everything but use the box and eat.&lt;br /&gt;she's adapting remarkably fast. i think she'll probably sleep with me tonight and maybe eat tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot her comb though. and she needs a brushing.</content>
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    <title>shahhe</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T14:36:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T14:36:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, shahhe comes slinking out of hiding into the living room. looking rather like a hyena, back legs low, and paranoia radiating like a sun. she took a slink around the room and went back into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;i found her the next morning in the closet. pulled her out, i put her under the blankets on the bed (her 'safe' spot) and petted her until she purred. but she still crawled out and went to hide under the bed. i left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;later yet, i went in and found a mysterious lump under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;progress!&lt;br /&gt;she's still there.</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-14T18:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-14T18:12:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-14T18:12:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i couldn't figure out why my bed would move up to four inches over night. i'd wake up to find the whole bed moved.&lt;br /&gt;looked underneith it and found the middle supports had sheered right off. hum. getting back to that...&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to fix them, by putting other supports in their place. had to shift the monster matrice off, lift the frame, put the supports in, put the matrice back on.&lt;br /&gt;i so totally fucked up my knee. and listening to my body, my back isn't that great, either.&lt;br /&gt;i had planned to go get shahhe tonight. i'm getting stabbing motions from my knee up my leg every time i bend it. hubby is "helping" by not helping, and wont just bring her over. i'm about to just give up and tell him to keep her. &lt;br /&gt;about the bed, um. its kind of weird, actually. i'm not bouncing around on it. those two small middle supports are just to support the wooden slat "springs". hardly any pressure is put on them at all. the other day, i woke up in the exact same position i'd fallen asleep in - even the covers weren't moved - and my bed was 4 inches to the right. the floor is rough concreate. almost as good as velcro. when i shift the bed, i have to put some real muscle into it - this bed is NOT light. but ALMOST every night its moved. not EVERY night, but like 2 out of 3. &lt;br /&gt;reflecting more on it, those 2 small supports were solid metal. it would have had to have taken MASSIVE force to break them off.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my fucking knee hurts.</content>
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    <title>~We have lift off</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T15:58:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-12T15:58:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">computer arrived! computer working! house totally trashed with boxex and rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING is on the other computer. favorites. cookies. programs. some things i'll probablly be able to transfer, but others will be lost for ever - of course, with the amount of crap i had on that computer, thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;shit. thinking about all the things i'm going to have to download again gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listens* ... hear that? silence. a computer that isn't screaming at me ... got to love it.</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-12T08:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T07:34:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">As i went to bed last night, i felt stabbing pains in my lungs on taking a deep breath. reminded me sharply (hehe) how pneumonia feels. i think i have a cold, in other words. i woke up exhausted, so not sleeping well. it would explain the tiredness of the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;my computer is supposed to arrive today "guaranteed" ... um hum. and i still need to go get shahhe. and stop at the doctors for a medical cert, and copy my pastport, and ... something else, but can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;and all i want to do is sleep, but thats just not an option today.</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-11T15:36:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-11T14:42:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-11T14:42:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's official - WHO says its a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/8094655.stm"&gt;pandemic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first flu pandemic in 40 years - the last in 1968 with Hong Kong flu killed about one million people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i had that flu - very distinctly remember it, in fact. i was 10. i had no idea it was a killer - but then, like i said, i was 10 lol&lt;br /&gt;and a while later, less than a month, i caught another flu - i dont remember if it was the hong kong flu, or another one that was going around about that time, but i very much remember thinking; &lt;i&gt;Not again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london is a hot bed for the swine flu in the UK. hope i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned how tired and run down i feel? lol... nah, not flu. just tired.</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-10T12:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T12:02:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I bought some flowers a couple of days ago. i love how they smell in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitchen window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feath.com/photo/journal/1window.jpg" width="350" hight="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the left over flowers, i put in a bowl. i should get one of those small float candles. it'd go perfect. maybe a little sponge frog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feath.com/photo/journal/1pot.jpg" width="450" hight="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of like the arty, black and white version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feath.com/photo/journal/1BW.jpg" width="450" hight="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once i finish eating lunch, its off to do business.</content>
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    <title>feath @ 2009-06-10T12:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T11:23:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T11:23:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ARG! computer people short staffed and haven't billed me, much less sent the damn computer yet. i sat around all day yesterday waiting on the stupid thing - i got things to do. i could have done them yesterday. farking a. i got my shipping free though, cause i paid for next day and at this point its taking a freeking week.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know its not coming today. maybe i can get the other stuff done, that should have been done yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulilla, income support called yesterday. want two more things, but thank god, its in the works. thats one of the things i need to take care of today.&lt;br /&gt;i've got 5 things that should be done today. yeah, right, like that's going to work. days half over already.&lt;br /&gt;just AGH&lt;br /&gt;and of course i'm throwing a small asthma attack - i'm sure its the stress of the thing. i'll be missing my physio today, cause theres just too much to do, and getting an income ranks over physical torture.</content>
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