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Gah! I'm freezing my ass off.... *shivers* I can't believe that winter's arriving already! Where was the summer, dammit??? Sheesh!

Just scanned the illos of the German Harry Potter books as they appeared in the latest issue of Stern magazine. Some are quite nice. But I don't agree with the way some characters were presented. Then again, isn't it always like that? I think it's almost impossible to see an illustration and say: "YES! That's exactly how I've always seen it in my head." I mean, is does happen, but that's really rare. I can, however, pay full respect to the way these drawings are executed and that is marvelous. I like it how the artist uses the crayon. She even adds shadows to the cheeks where the glasses touch the skin. That's lovely. Hail Sabine Wilharm! ^_^

Ah, I wish I could be an illustrator, too... *sighs*

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Oh dear, I just looked at what I've written yesterday night. I can't believe the wine had such an impact on me! LOL

I just had two glasses and then went to bed, with my laptop, as always. And I wrote, as always. But HELL, what did I write? *grins* Can this be called Stream of Consciousness? Right now I'm feeling like Snowball II of The Simpsons in that episode where Santa's Little Helper and his "wife" get 25 puppies. Snowball II stares at them, rubs her eyes and then kicks away the bag of catnip. Say no to drugs! LOL! That's how I feel ^_^.

Guess I have to revise a bit now... sheesh...

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Ah, what bliss! I actually wrote 3 pages of my paper. What a relieving feeling... Now if only that Japanese exam was off my back... I'm still thinking about dropping it. I could take another literature class, or so... *heavy sigh*

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Is there something more peaceful than watching your cat sleep? I don't think so... How it warms my heart to see him lying there, all relaxed, but still his eyes look as if they were intently closed. Relaxation vs. concentration, the perfect grace of the moment. The snowy white wreath of hair tracing the line of his eyes. His beautiful eyes that look at me so full of wisdom, that are deep and knowing. So precious, like yellow-green gems polished by the tidal waves of eternity. Now he lifts his head with the lynx-like ears and I can see his cute little face, pointed and elegant and the highlighted dots on his snout. The shiny brown coat that covers his lean body, the golden spot between his shoulderblades that would have earned him the name Siegfried if I had discovered it earlier. He lifts his paws to clean himself. His tender paws, covered with silk and yet so powerful and efficient. And then he looks at me and makes this cooing sound that is reserved for only me.
I don't know how I lived so many years without his presence. I'm still feeling so honored that he chose me to be his friend. I will never forget the day I opened the door and he just strolled into our house and never left again. This is our second anniversary...