Happy New Year!
I should've posted this last night when the year was young, but after the fireworks and champagne it slipped my mind.
It's now 9:30 in the morning and so far 2004 is hot and sunny.
I don't do resolutions, but I really should try to do more fic writing and catch up on my e-mails and reading this year. I have a PGP languishing partly-written and gathering metaphorical dust and several stories waiting impatiently in my head.
I will do another drabble salvo in the Vila vs Tarrant pun war this week as a small start, promise!

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Avon: There's no such thing as "not enough time", Vila. Just not enough organization.
Blake: What he meant is, there's no such thing as not enough time because you're free to choose what you, as an individual, want to do.
Avon: Trust you to twist my words into an oration for the masses, Blake.
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Love your ficlet!
Vila: Masses? I might be a Delta, but I resent that. Anyway there's only one of me, more's the pity. And I've got more things I want to do than time to do them in. [thinks] Would a Vila-clone work?
Avon: Not if it's anything like you.
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I haven't quite caught up with everything on the b7_rpg -- "madness" is right, though. (grin)
Avon: Not if it's anything like you.
Cally: (slightly miffed) If you knew anything about clones, you'd know that they are not all alike.