"And the wind rushed through the silver-grey city and in my soul I heart the roaring chime of each glittering micah super nova as the sun burned overhead." - Seraph, Some Random Nonsense He Cooked Up.
It seemed an awfully appropriate quote, (I wonder why?) since I spent this afternoon being blown through the streets of Aberdeen by the wind, searching for jobs and finding none, searching for fruit and salad to appease Eruntane and the Doctor and finding... er... loads.
"Never again shall the digestive systems of the common man be denied the vitamins of Heaven." - Seraph, Further Nonsense.
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