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Vox Audita Perrit, Literra Scripta Manet....
The heard word is lost, the written letter remains...
God.....this weather is gorgeous.

It was so hot today....and now it's the afternoon, and it's wonderfully humid, and raining. I can hear thunder outside right now. There's this beautiful fog of heat outside....it's like stepping into a warm bath when you go out there.

And I'm sitting here, watching it. It's so green outside. I feel sorry that it's not raining anywhere else in this Godforsaken country....cause it's gorgeous right here and now.

And M*A*S*H is on, to top it off. Mulcahy.....ah, he's gorgeous. They're doing an Olympics.....these later seasons, I miss Henry and Trapper and Frank....but Col. Potter and BJ and Charles are good enough replacements. Rock on. I should work on my Mulcahy fic....

It's good to be me right now. I miss my friends and my magisters.....I think I might write to my old chaplain this evening and see how he is. I still have to give him his Christmas present....

Current Mood: happy happy
Current Music: That suicide is painless.....it brings on many changes....

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From: nosborn2 Date: December 4th, 2002 06:44 am (UTC) (Link)


Green AND rainy?


~ The Ang, who wishes it would at least snow more over here
From: baileygirl Date: December 4th, 2002 11:00 am (UTC) (Link)


Your user pic... tis gorgeous! *melts at the Willem-ness*
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