tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-79984579053695580352007-12-21T09:24:00.000-06:002007-12-21T08:27:01.237-06:002007-12-21T08:27:01.237-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/R2aGtFnGTSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0Wahr3YsZlI/s1600-h/goth2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/R2aGtFnGTSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0Wahr3YsZlI/s200/goth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144947733475773730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's Christmas already?!?! OK I missed something. <span style="font-style: italic;">A lot</span> of somethings. The last thing I recall is Claude saying something about needing to step out for a bit for <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2007/11/two-funerals-and-invisible-man.html">a funeral </a>and the next thing I know I'm back at the <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/">Burnt Toast Diner</a> with a bad hangover. Claude's about, not that much of anyone can see him. Claude keeps telling me to avoid the eggnog, which is just fine by me. I know <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span> likes to drink but if all drinking gets me is memory holes and bad hangovers, no thanks. Claude also keeps glancing over at me like he thinks I'm going to change into something or somebody. I'd read my deck to figure this mess out, but my head hurts too much right now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/R2qLBFnGTTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rj95Bcnsb8A/s1600-h/MULTI-SILVER-2-%28160x270%29-DSC_0110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/R2qLBFnGTTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rj95Bcnsb8A/s200/MULTI-SILVER-2-%28160x270%29-DSC_0110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146078375026511154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'll tell you this much, Bob creeps me out. I'm wondering if the Haitian knows anything about retrieving lost memories. I'd ask him but Bob seems to be hanging about near him. The guy with the glasses is here too, and every time Claude notices him I can tell he's muttering curses under his breath even if I don't know what half of them mean.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/R2qPXlnGTUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nN65JN6m00M/s1600-h/santaparkman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/R2qPXlnGTUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nN65JN6m00M/s200/santaparkman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146083159620078914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the plus side the party is cool, even if I'm not much of a party person. I think I recognize our Santa, and not the one who had an "accident." (Did I mention that Bob creeps me out?) Nice as this party is, it would be better if my head stopped hurting. Anyone here know how to fix a hangover headache from hades?Tarothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17950245970744009610noreply@blogger.com