2001-12-08 - 9:20 p.m.

Okay, already.

(Wow, I typed that as alfredy. Talk about a Freudian soup, I mean slip....)

If I were a work of art, I would be Vincent Van Gogh's The Starry Night. I am a tiny village at peace while overhead rages the tumult of the heavens. Objects whirl and flash around me in a fevered haze only partially reflected in reality while I remain grounded and secure in my isolation. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Now time to go eat something I guess, and go to bed. Tired puppy after much hauling around Walthamstow market (velveteen for Ilonka, linen & wool for Ellen, linen for me, plus excellent silk, linen and wool threads, and a new picture book) then traipsing around Regent Street and Soho (trim, beads, trying to find things in Covent Garden).

Alas, Christmas shopping will once again have to wait. Phooey.

Peace.

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