Spam Haiku

To anyone who has written me, I’ve tried to go through my backlog of spam, and really I can’t be bothered tonight. I’ll write later, and try not to throw the baby out with the bathwater, or the good mail out with the bad. Although some of it has a weird haiku quality, such as:

Borrow our beach house
es at least 20 minutes to escape.
Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale.
You’ve built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.


Today was an absolutely horrible day. I had not wanted to work this weekend, I’ve been getting up at 4:30-5:00 to be in early so that I could get through a lot of work today. I get in early, looking forward to working in the blessed quiet, with no one to bother me, and the fricking server is down. The problems continued all. day. long. Disk errors, and the test site not updating so that I could preview changes. Plus, I broke it with some dodgy JSP code, and didn’t realise that I had, since I wasn’t seeing the current changes but a cached version of the site. Bastard thing. There was nothing of any value done today, when every minute is precious and shouldn’t be wasted. Terrible, horrible day.

I left just after normal time, rather than staying late as I have been, so I could have some Kip time. I needed to be at the farm, to walk under the trees and feel grass under my feet. I needed to hold his feed dish steady while he ate, and put my face close to his neck so that I could smell that wonderful horsey smell.

Anyone who loved horses as a kid knows about that smell. Horses have the best smell in the world. You get used to it when you’re around them all the time, and you have to put your nose right up to their skin to smell it again; it brings me back to when I was ten, and I had gotten my first horse. I would lay on her wide back, feeling the satiny skin and smelling that gorgeous horse smell. *sigh*

Our anniversary dinner last night was really nice. Good steaks, good conversation, and a great tangy-orange jaffa cake cheesecake with fudge sauce. Mmmnn. :) Plus some extremely nice personal time in front of the fire, with all the lights off…very romantic. Phil got me bright red lingerie for our anniversary. I got him something else. It was a good night.

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