slipping by

The day has just slipped by.

Must remember to watch Dresden Files tomorrow. Also, amazon suggests that Garth Nix's Lady Friday has already hit the shops, or will be hitting them any day now. The question is, should I try to tackle the bookshop before getting into work tomorrow, and risk finding the book and being distracted by it all day, or leave it till lunchtime? Decisions, decisions.

It was raining outside during the meeting this morning. The room had big windows on two sides, and we could look out at the river tributary below and see it churning.

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A Well Worn Story

In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town;
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face,
And spoil a page with rhymes?

-- Dorothy Parker