Vi satt som dästa minigrisar runt matbordet sen. Konstigt va? Mina flickor Lovis och Moa orkade minsann hänga med oss vuxna ända till kl 01. Inte illa! Hugo somnade vid halv elva men vaknade lägligt halv tolv! Regnet öste ner vid tolvslaget men det stoppade inte avfyrandet av biljoner raketer på den mörka vinterhimlen! Vackert och sorgligt på samma gång. Visst såg du också raketerna, pappa? Gott nytt år allesamman! Nya huset - vårt hem.

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Posted remotely, from a Boysenberry PDA. My apologies for the recent lack of updates to this journal. A terrible earthquake struck, and it destroyed the server farm that provides my Internet access. Mada claims that I was catatonic, but I was thinking intensely about our mission as a company. For several days, in fact. I suddenly find my interest in that subject piqued.

Have never understood the appeal of this holiday. The candy, the social aspects, the costumes; these are understandable, for children. But I have never known any fool who could tell a frightening story. What is the point of a fear-based holiday when there is nothing fictitious of which one may be afraid? People are frightened by reality. Hello, anons and various other lurkers.

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