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LUDIC LOG

12.31.2003

Hello, friends!

After a cartoonishly awful Christmas with family, a nightmarishly insane drive back from Texas, and a beatifically lovely New Year's Eve party with good friends, I am back in the saddle here at Ludic Log World Command Bunker. Thanks beyond measure to everyone who filled in for me during my absence; your bakhshish is in the mail. And thanks to all you devoted readers who have stuck with me day in and day out, all six of you. You are saints and no mistake.

Since I'm highly drunk on Armenian punch, today's holiday entry is short and not particularly sweet. I sincerely (there's that word again) hope that each and every one of you had a fine 2003, are having an even finer New Year's Eve, and will have a 2004 so fine that you'd give up a thumb just to run the remaining one along its thigh. I appreciate everyone who bothers to read this little log more than I can say, and I look forward to great, or at least moderately good, things in the coming year. Thanks for sticking with me this whole time, and have a Happy New Year!

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