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Clair, drop me a line please.

So how did you find this?

Clair, my memory is crappy, did I tell you about this Blog? I probably did and I just don't remember. But anyway, remind me how you came to know about it.

Will the mystery guest please sign in.

I can only remember one person ever giving me a bottle of scotch. And that was back when I lived in Tucson. From a friend (American) who went to the same college as Prince Harry. Very nice girl.

Hello again, Clair.

Cryptic phrases, well wishes, and the status quo

So, I made a promise that I'd get to church every weekend from now on. And, of course, immediately after that happened something got in the way. And I used it as a partial excuse not to go.


What happened was that I had to work all Saturday. So, I couldn't get to confession. No confession equals no communion on Sunday. So why bother going? After all, I was tired anyway and I had to work on Sunday as well, bolting from the service as soon as I possibly could in order to make it to my shift.

This has got to stop.


One last issue:

Someone, I don't know who, gave me a nice complement on here the other day. It was a little vague, but that's cool. Just one thing, for the record, my drink is Vodka.