For all of my trying, we still end up dying. Silent victories and warped outcomes, I'll just lay in wait for the cracks to appear. Some things are just so thoroughly unfair, but hey, that's old news by now. 2009 taught me stuff I should have already known but have only bore the brunt of those cold edges this year.
Christmas week, and it isn't turning out too shabby. 'Spensive dinners and cheesy moments captured in due spirit of the season. The girls done our present exchange at Palais's P.S Cafe last night while Jogirl,Roger and I had our quarterly dinner meet-up at Marina Square just now. I've yet to come up with a group name for us to negate this typing out of multiple names situation.
I'm hoping I can get by the rest of the week with fewer moments of melancholy that this season usually inspires in me - even with this weary ol' heart.
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