Wednesday, January 07, 2004       ( 7:29 AM ) Lostcheerio   Let's begin today with the chorus from our homeland's national anthem: Oh BULGADAVIA! The land of the whitest sheep Where the laborers never sleep And you can't get anything to eeeeaaaattttt..... HAIL TO THEE BULGADAVIA! HAIL! HAIL! HAIL! Ah, Bulgadavia. How often do my thoughts turn to your blasted heaths and your craggy peaks, nestled snug against the hostile and disrespectful shoulder of the neighboring (and industrialized (and therefore rich)) Montrokovia. Long may you export supermodels and inferior wool. Long may the sun shine weakly on your disruptive and dangerous labyrinth of pointless ravines (or juhtenyészet) and your completely harborless and inhospitable shore. Someday I may return to you, Bulgadavia. But prolly not. No baby yet. Going swimming with Benny this morning. Hope to do 47 laps and get some contractions going. But then, hope is a harsh mistress. #

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