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Hmm. Can't let Zak do all the blogging. Alors, c'est moi.

Can't wait to move to the JP campus: music library. It's been all eighties all the time in my head this week. Wow. Next week: back to the seventies. Whee!

Wrote a letter to my MLA about school funding and copied it to the Min'ster of Larnin' and His Highness Ralph. Now when they come for me perhaps someone will speak up on my behalf. No, I probably have to do a little more before that happens. Anyway. What a silly province to inhabit.

Next week is the MS walk. Must get my feet ready. Going to Beverly -- oh boy! On Friday I sold bonanzas etc. until 1:45. Oy vay. One more to go.

All the King's Men (Tom Cochrane)

Shut your eyes my darling there's nothing you can say
the man in the moon won't fall on you
he doesn't live there anyway
you don't have to be a soldier to fight in your private war
let the blood you might see rain down on me
you don't have to fight no more

there's nothing you can say
there's nothing you can send
there's nothing that can change the facts
not all the king's men

you'll ride upon the stallion
i'll ride upon your mare
we'll ride so far ride so hard
far away from here
when we look back upon them
it all will become so clear
the gates will open up for us
we won't have no more fears

there's nothing you can say
there's nothing you can send
there's nothing that can change the facts
not all the king's men

look away look away
you might be tired and troubled but not today
when they come down upon you
I won't let them get anything on you
and I'll be there for you, May
"Oh no they won't said I!"
look away look away
you might be tired and troubled but not today
when they come down upon you
I won't let them get anything on you
and we'll dance away all those fears and troubles
look away

we both were motherless children
they sent us separate ways
the family you'd seen beat down on you
mine it was okay
I've come to take you back, May
save you from this fate
they won't have any more chances
to treat you this way

there's nothing you can say
there's nothing you can send
there's nothing that can change all that
not all the king's men

look away look away
you might be tired and troubled but not today
when they come down upon you
I won't let them get anything on you
and we'll dream away all those fears and troubles
look away.

Hey you! Yes, you. You -- I'm talking to you!

Tonight I like: Amarige. The other side of the tracks. La belle et la bête. John Prine. A grey sweater. Wolves. Small spaces. Only always I.

Tonight I dislike: Coty, for discontinuing my favourite perfume. Cleaning house. Spam. Frost in May. The idea that corned beef comes in a can. Stop signs. The four o'clock news.

... as the wind caresses the sand...

Zowie! Zoiks! Leslie (which doesn't rhyme with essence)