Friday, August 08, 2008

Day 7A

Rincewind the Wizzard fears the number eight.
Le Petit Soleil loves it.

Although I really like the nuber's shape, I still think that Rincewind's approach to it is far better founded than Le Soleil's.

Today, there are three eights in the calendar.

The most controversial olympic games ever are beginning in Beijing.

Iron Maiden are performing live in Prague at EIGHT o'clock in the evening.

My sore eye is undergoing a minor surgery at EIGHT o'clock in the morning.

Mr. Romeo Montague is getting married.
Mr. Le Petit Soleil is driving me (mad).
Mr. Carrot Ironfoundersson is getting sleepy (and perhaps desperate).

The world is getting married and mad.

"One should really be at his first love's wedding."

Why, why, I must not cry. Not even with the healthy eye.
Everybody will be merry.
Why shouldnt I?

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