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Very Lady Belfebe the Fiendish of Waldenshire under Throcket
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Oh, I am fiendish all right. In fact, I am very pleased with my fiendishness. I intend to achieve fiendish perfection in fact.
Resistance is futile.
On other news, this morning I saw a really awesome sticker on a car: "Come to the Dark Side . . . We Have Cookies."
Hmmmm . . . cookies.
Of course, my personal favorite has always been: "Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you're an asshole," although "Your God, Your Hell, You Go There," comes a close second.
(Boy, am I going to burn in Hell.)
(But it will be fun. I don't think that they have Chippendale dancers in Heaven anyway.)
But going back to our usual Christmas cheer, our flight has been rescheduled and now it is supposed to depart at 6:40 a.m. That means that we need to leave the house no later than 4:30 a.m. Which also means that we must wake up at least at 3:30 a.m.
Of course, of the entire family, I am the one that will be the most screwed. You see, Carlos can stay awake all night and just jump into the car at 3:30., while ballistabob has no problem going to bed by 8 p.m., since his internal clock usually wakes him up anytime between 3:30 and 4:00 a.m. anyway. Me on the other hand, I cannot stay awake all night, and I cannot go to bed at 8 p.m., let alone wake up (on my own free will) at 3:30 a.m.
Boy, this is going to be fun.
I think I will go to bed in my clothes and just instruct the guys to roll me into the truck.
I won't complain.
In fact, I will probably sleep through the whole thing.
Ho, ho, ho!!!