Damoiselle Dawn

I am cleaning up my room to the lovely strains of classic french jazz, the warm glow of the chic standing lamp, and a nice fat bottle of Moscato.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is a lesson on how you transform pain into pleasure.

Poseur-style, of course, and I hold my head up high for it.

*Dabs at dust on the shelves with one dainty gloved hand, while swirling the crystal wine glass with the other*

Please don't abandon me

Even if it might seem like I had done just that to you.

Life has picked up pace since I last felt settled enough to plonk myself before the lappie for a good long session to craft my thoughts into words (besides doing that for work, of course).

And they are so many of them floating around my little mind, begging to be immortalised on virtual ink.

So here's me paying tribute to Arnie again...

"I'll be back".