The close of my year.

Well, today's the last day before I turn old. Yep.

Anyway, the martini's are postponed. We're going to the horse races instead. When I say "we", I mean, me, dragons, and whoever still has hole in their schedule for Friday night that wants to come. Seriously, I just e-mailed invites five minutes ago. Poor planning strikes again!

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I've been sitting here trying to think of a snappy ending, but I think now I'll just let it go. More later.