where during Christmas someone has a total breakdown. Except *maybe* that person is me, and *maybe* it is not so terribly entertaining to watch yourself slip down the road to shrieking mayhem as it is to watch, say, Sarah Jessica Parker or Jodie Foster do the same. So I may just go ahead and absent myself from any nonessential interpersonal interaction until this particular rainstorm blows away. In the meantime I will be re-sizing my Kentucky pictures and sipping warm vodka through a straw. I also posted some new stuff on Flickr, so you can look at those for a lark. Leave me some happy comments.
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