Kaiba Seto

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... A week-long trip to France is apparently in order. Again. Sigh, woe, etc. I could care less.

Several former employees thought it would be amusing to explore my computer. Shocking they managed to waltz right past the secretary. I do not approve of how long it took to replace this keyboard.

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I can only say I'm pleased this time of year comes around once, and only once. I still hate it.

Happy birthday, Jounouchi.

I am going away this weekend. I will be leaving on Friday and I will not be available until Monday. Don't all start crying at once, now.

Christmas passes without a thought.

New Year's day comes after far too much drinking. So, with a headache, I proceed to work, late. Is anyone else going to be there? No. Do I care? No.

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And now the weather graces us with the absolute loveliest of storms. I actually find myself looking forward to New Year's.

I may even resolve to quit smoking. The habit is annoying.

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Thus passes December, the month of procrastination and hyperventilation.

My Christmas shopping was complete approximately a week ago. I should hope the staff appreciate their gifts.

Time is passing far too slowly. The work pace isn't hectic, and all anyone wants is for Christmas to arrive and holidays to begin, but here it isn't even December yet. I still expect nothing less than the best, and I am unfortunately not getting it.

I hate this time of year.

Five days, hm.

This time of year is never enjoyable. All the employees clamouring for time off and complaining about hardly having enough hours to 'enjoy the season'. Fall prey to marketing schemes is more like it. Oh yes, when Christmas is drawing near (a month, so soon, I know), everything becomes a panic.

I don't know why they don't shop online. Makes avoiding the crowds that much simpler.

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... God.

I don't have time for this.

I've got to be at the stadium in twelve and a half minutes to preform (it's not real duelling, it's hardly worth doing) a duel with yet another amature who believes himself to be great because he won some tournament. Idiot. Does he really believe that he can stand against the great Kaiba Seto? Impossible. I won't be defeated.

Mutou will be crushed as well, as soon as he shows his pitiful face again. Coward, trying to disppear from the limelight after his 'other' left. Bullshit. If he was never capable of dealing with the fame, he should have come out and admitted that he's been a cheater all along.

... After that I should go see Mokuba. I did promise him, after all, to visit every year on Halloween. His favourite holiday. Poor irony that he'd die on it.

I swear I won't stop working on KaibaLands worldwide. I refuse to forget the dream we both had, and what we went through.

I don't see why people insist on celebrating this day year after year. Applying logic, you really only have one birth day, as you can only be born once. And honestly, who believes that how you feel changes simply because the number you reply with when asked for your age is different?

So to answer to any inquiring minds, no, it does not 'feel' any different being twenty-three and I will appreciate, as a gift from all of you, being left alone for the remainder of the day.

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And back to normal again, whatever that may be.

But for the lack of Mokuba, I might be able to understand this.

Just under two weeks from now, I will 'officially' become older. How exciting.

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