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Being the eminently practical but often fun person she is, damashita has elected to go with a new hair colour. As near as i can get to it, it's about this shade: Purple!

She seems to be very excited about it.

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I keep thinking that i should have something profound to say, but keep coming up empty.

Starting to have elements of Melpomene's Daughter rattle around in my skull again, so if tradition holds, it'll keep me up one night in the near future. Shortly afterwards, it'll grow by another sixty or so pages of something slightly better than mediocre prose masquerading as a novel, and then my muse will return to hiding.

I'll leave you with a few words from Khayyam's Rubaiyat:
Some in deep thought spirit seek
Some lost in awe, of doubt reek
I fear the voice, hidden but not weak
Cry out "awake! Both ways are oblique."