Subj: Something I wrote at 12:30am in the morning. Be afraid, be very afraid, but read it anyway.
Date: 1/7/99 2:39:29 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: seraph2@hotmail.com (Seraph)
To: Kielle@aol.com (Kielle@aol.com)
CC: gypsys_beloved@yahoo.com (Eric Gratton)
Some of the Subcafe group in a retirement home.
Note: It was late, and I'd just had a major writing urge. In other words, don't ask why just accept the strangeness that is my mind at 12:30 in the morning.
Matt: How long have we known each other now?
Falstaff: (having gone a little hard of hearing in his golden years) What?
Celendra: HE ASKED HOW LONG HAVE WE KNOWN EACH OTHER, DEAR.
Falstaff: No thank you, I don't want any beer.
Celendra: NOT BEER, DEAR, DEAR.
Dex: (having just tried to proposition one of the nurses) I've still got it.
Falstaff: What?
Celendra: HE SAID HE'S STILL GOT IT, DEAR.
Falstaff: I already said I didn't want any beer.
Abyss (just waking up from a nap): Beer, where?
Seraph (pondering times past): I remember when you could get something other then this weak stuff you have now. Why in my day it wouldn't have been borne, passing that weak stuff off as beer. We had real beer back then, good Australian beer.
Kielle (somewhere in the background, rocking in her happily provided old rocking chair. Aren't the people here nice *grin*): Must update website, must update website. Can't sleep CFAN'll eat me, can't sleep CFAN'll eat me.
* Sorry Kielle, you were driven insane by HTML* ;o)
Okay, that's it. If I think of anything else I'll let you know, or if you can add anything do so :o)
-- Seraph
