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Today was bland.
Got up and went to work, where I was greeted by Karen and told to hand out in the Gallery of Imagination. I was then met by Maggie, a new lady at the Center, who was quite engaging in conversation. Most of the day was spent talking with her (not that we neglected the visitors of course...) and she seemed to really take to me. ^__^;;

After work I caved and went out to BestBuy to get WarCraftIII, and on the way got a call from my parents, who apparently found my docksides at home (and yes, I HAVE made mention of it on several occations, not that I really care one way or the other about shoes) and they were surpised to hear that all I've been wearing is tennis shoes. So now mom wants me to go out and find a Payless and get some new shoes. ::Shrugs:: S'not a big deal.

For now, I'm going to try and finish off my Paper for Doolan, and as incentive I'm not going to load WarCraft until afterwards. I think I do need to get some cappuccino and take my contacts out, though - it's been a long day.

Desolation

Gray-green clouds swirled in the sky, high over the dreary plain. The grass, short and brown, blew furtively in the harsh wind. Between the patches of dead grass, the ground was dry, cracked gray dirt. There were no trees to be seen, the plain was flat and barren all the way to the horizon. No birds flew in the sky, and not the smallest beast was on the gound. There was no sound; even the wind, harsh as it was, gave out no whisper. An old shack sat in a hollow on the plain. It's thatch roof was torn with holes, and the dirt walls were cracked and broken. The remains of a thatch door lay in tatters, fallen inwards, and next to the doorway was a clay pot, smashed like an over-ripe gourd. The sky rumbled threateningly, and the clouds churned. But there would be no rain.