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Well, it's Monday, I've got tons of writing and art projects staring at me and no JOB (Just Over Broke) work tonight. Stanley Cup Finals game 7 is on tonight and you can bet this hockey freak is gonna watch it (BTW "GO DUCKS!").
But until then, it's time to recharge the ole batteries, to find a spot in the sun and soak up as much of it as possible, go exploring the old forts I used to climb all over as a kid and just in general reconnect with my Dog (chinese Zodiac), Scorpion/Phoenix (traditional zodiac), and Satyr (just plain maniac) natures. Yes, I am going to the beach and the only thing that can stop me, aside from some serious speeding tickets, is the rain itself.
There's just something elemental and basic and powerful about those places where sea and sand and sky meet that gets under your skin. I'm going searching for that dark haired, dark eyed rascal that used to live in this skin I'm in, see what he's been up to and possibly see what kind of new ideas meeting him again pops into the empty spaces betwixt my ears.
If anyone's in the area, I'll be down at Ft. Pickens, on Santa Rosa Island, just south of Pensacola, Florida. D'Artagnon is fairly easy to identify, since he's probably the only person in all of northwest Florida who wears a snowflake around the neck (yeah, I'm a ski bum as well as a beach bum). Grab some sand and sit a while. I only bite with my wit. (_8(P).
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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Beach Bound, and Hunting the Elusive Changeling! 
