I have been slack. I haven't updated much this week. I wish it were friday afternoon and not morning. I suppose I should do some work now.
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Friday, September 24, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Tuesday part II
Here is a cat I did for my daughter today. I'm going to hang some of these drawings up on her wall for her to kiss goodnight before she goes to bed.
Tuesday comes but once a week
Hello.
The most important things first. The Election...only kidding. My Daughter is 16 months old now. Her hair is becoming very curly and new teeth are appearing all the time. She has started making the sound of a Rooster, which she is very proud of.
Like the US election, the Australian election is also coming to a resolution. All the monotony and drudgery of political rhetoric will end. At least for a while.
VSS (Very Short Story): The was this guy who found himself in this fantastic job. This was the job of a life time. He was making really good money and the prestige associated with his position gave him access to areas he never would have dreamt possible. Life was good. There was a small problem though, only a really small one that caused a niggling feeling in the back of his mind at about 2am every morning. He had no idea as to what he was doing. He had fooled all those around him but realised there would be a time when that would stop. He would be found out. That time is at hand. To Be Continued...
The most important things first. The Election...only kidding. My Daughter is 16 months old now. Her hair is becoming very curly and new teeth are appearing all the time. She has started making the sound of a Rooster, which she is very proud of.
Like the US election, the Australian election is also coming to a resolution. All the monotony and drudgery of political rhetoric will end. At least for a while.
VSS (Very Short Story): The was this guy who found himself in this fantastic job. This was the job of a life time. He was making really good money and the prestige associated with his position gave him access to areas he never would have dreamt possible. Life was good. There was a small problem though, only a really small one that caused a niggling feeling in the back of his mind at about 2am every morning. He had no idea as to what he was doing. He had fooled all those around him but realised there would be a time when that would stop. He would be found out. That time is at hand. To Be Continued...
Monday, September 20, 2004
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