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My paperwork was all ready last night, my clothes picked out, my plans all set so I could Go Out and Do Stuff today. Now it is past 3 p.m. and the only useful thing I've managed to do is go out to buy a box of facial tissues and a stick of deodorant (less than a half-mile round trip, with almost no waiting in line). Now the body is busy telling the mind that it's time to take a nap. Preferably a good, long nap.

Some days it's best to pretend you were always planning to Go Out and Do Stuff Next Tuesday anyway.

Gosh, Mordor sure has changed.

A two-hour nap was very helpful, but it wasn't enough. I'll be getting offline and getting to bed earlier than usual tonight. But first, there must be MegaPoMo:

It's the noise of beating swords into the brain. Any object that has betrayed our furtive joys?
and yet you are mine.
little jackie paper loved that rascal puff
and they gather in high trees.
there's a land of mordor where the air is all wind and the forest,
have a distinctly erotic coloring. However,
instead of one wintry
twig, one bud, one blossom's-worth
at dusk they gather
their flutes and horns in nightly swarming
colors unfold into dreams
the skiff of the screech,
i alone am bereft.

i had nobody till i forget
the drowsy water-rats;
there was a singing bird comes after;
and death shall have no hate for anyone
on our people's souls.

--MegaHAL

So, what does everyone think of HAL's erotic symbolism here? And can we pretend that no Jackie/Puff slash is implied?