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Having a glass of egg nog. Reminds me of happier times — and the feel of arms around me. Buying “Scarred” by Johnette Napolitano with an iTunes gift card. Listening. Her voice is like a deep French kiss after a shot of smokey tequila. Pre-tired thinking of tomorrow. It doesn’t matter. The Merlot, earlier, reminded me of what it always does. Nice to linger in that sense-image for a while. I have a black fedora, now. Got my alarm clock set for two. It will be good to go flat on the futon. Christmas already seems like it happened about a month ago. I was happy, this time last year. Guess I should sleep. Still thinking of the butterfly dreaming he is a man. Flutter by.