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It started raining hard in the night, and I hear it on the edge of my world. The sound slithers in past the headache. I wonder if I am sick, and I truly do not wish to be right now.

I would blame the headache on someone else's amazing ability to screw things up, but that is partially my fault. Can't say that he didn't deserve it, but oh my heart aches now. Stupid wizards and their bloody pride.

It's almost Christmas. There are presents here, and I'm watching my mail box most anxiously for things that need to come so I can wrap them and dump them under the tree at my house. Must go find a picture, so I can explain to Reive about the buzzards.

watching my mail box like a turkey buzzard

TURKEY VULTURE, also called TURKEY BUZZARD (Cathartes aura), long-winged, long-tailed vulture (family Cathartidae, the New World vultures) that has dark plumage, a whitish beak, white legs, and a bare red head (black in immature birds) that is covered with whitish bumps. Its wingspread is about 1.8 m (6 feet), and its length is about 75 cm (30 inches). The turkey vulture has an elaborate olfactory canal and uses its keen sense of smell in finding food. The bird subsists predominantly on carrion. The species occurs throughout the Americas except northern Canada; northerly and southernmost populations are migratory. The one to three eggs, which are white with brown spots, are laid in a crude nest; the sexes share incubation. Hatching takes place in five or six weeks.

Interestingly enough, they're cousins to condors and flamingos. Which explains why they get so damn big. I sometimes see them in people's yards driving through the neighborhood, picking up dead squirrels and the like, just hanging out in the front yard.
Info found at this page:
http://www.fsbcanisteo.com/turkey_buzzard_page.htm

I have been stalking the post

My package came today, so I have happy gifts to put under the Christmas tree for my mother and my sister. Plus, shiny platinum eyeliner for me.

Best of all is the pretty blue box, and the bottle inside. The delicate glass is accented with grey and gold, and it's so very Malfoy. I wish my digital camera was working, so I could take pictures of it. I'm going to put it out with my crystal things from Prague, and pour the last of that expensive, strange perfume I have in it. When that runs out, I suppose I'll have to put poison, or something rare and odd.

We're going to stare at our precious until it's time to cook.

Menu for the Dysfunctional Christmas of Doom:
-ham with a mustard glaze
-red potatos baked with cheeses
-fluffy white dinner rolls
-christmas cake

Happy Dysfunctional Roommate Christmas.

Instead of a tree, we piled all our presents on the ironing board.

We opened gifts before dinner. Gene gave me a beautiful dark shiny Zippo, and I'm itching to set something on fire now. Need to go out and buy fluid. It's gorgeous, and the second lovely little thing I've gotten today. He wrapped my gift in 25% cotton typing paper, and hid Melynda's game inside a phonebook in a huge box. It was funny, you had to see the expression on her face. Melynda made sure I had a real Christmas, and bought toys. The Harry Potter Trivia game, which we will surely inflict on all our friends until they strangle us both, and a kick ass Aragorn action figure. That's what I get for joking about wanting Viggo in a box.

So we are watching Grosse Point Blank now, and eating our dinner, and things are happy.