Dingos kidneys lightly roasted

Attention silja; ideal job found - I've just found out my next door neighbour works for the British antarctic survey team! And yes, he gets to go down there too! He's going to try and get me some penguin things :)

Also started reading Isaac Asimov's Foundation last night. My word, it's good, when I finally managed to stop myself reading it I was halfway through and it was 1 am. More reason why I should read more.

Inspired by mood of the song...

The hand opens. The crushed letter uncurls slowly, crinkles and chaos obfuscating the writing on it.
The hand turns. The letter falls down amoungst all the other discarded dreams, thoughts, poems and letters.
Lost. They've all been thrown away, but not forgotten. The memory aches in the back of the mind like an unreachable scratch that nags and nags. Memories only fade with time. Memories can be healed or changed, but some of them never fade.
Some look to change history, but in the end it's all that is remembered that is passed on.
The hand moved sideways, the heavy, cold weight of the metal was almost reassuring as it lifted it up.
Power and assurance. Confidence and finality. There was a quiet click, step one. The second step took more effort, there was a long pause.
The hand pulled the trigger.

Work snippet

Colleague: Is that your printout? Wheres mine?
Me: This is mine.
Colleague: Well thats one of mine, where are the others?
Me: They had to be sacrificed to the great printer gods.
Colleague: ...