Mistle Thrush
Silt
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Tim O'Brien
In the Lake of the Woods
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an upcoming night out or two;
water;
jkm and jtm;
evening naps;
my old Danish headboard;
appointments for herbal mineral baths
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long needles filled with novocaine and a pain that lasts
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Today was one of those strange days when I craved to both pamper and
be pampered. Twin headaches, bad news at work, and 90 minutes in a dentist's chair will
do that to a couple.
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Noel dropped me a casual line today... about crazy legal cases and lunches with
mutual friends... during which she mentioned being on the board for the Actor's Theatre:
Shakespeare in Schiller Park organization. It just sounded like such a grownup thing to me. Sophisticated.
So far away from where I am right now.
And a little shred of envy crept in.
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I've never thought of myself as a revenge kind of girl, but there is something very
tempting about the anger that rises up in Brandon's voice when he comes up in conversation.
Something that makes me hope that he has a really nice car now from which Brandon can steal
the tires.
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The kiddoes filled their vacation time with Smithsonians and metro rides and
the panda bears at the zoo. And infinite amounts of Cartoon Network.
I think they may just sleep in tomorrow.
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