02. dawned on dee / the dawning of dee / dee dawn, dee dawn, dawn, dee - Sick Sacraments
02. dawned on dee / the dawning of dee / dee dawn, dee dawn, dawn, dee After going through the motions of showering and straightening up the house a little, she had brewed herself a cup of gourmet coffee, and was now sitting at her custom-designed breakfast-nook, staring at her comatose cat lying near the microwave and shuffling her deck of cards. Dee had reached a phase in her life where the deck of cards would define the rest of her day. She was ready to play solitaire. If she won, she would move on to answering her email and surfing the web for love. If she repeatedly lost, she would take a mood-altering substance, make lunch and remain in a state very much like her cat for the rest of the day. Dee had been shuffling the same deck of cards for years. The worn cards felt good. The rustle they made gliding through her fingers, the rhythm of cutting, mixing and bridging the cards. With each shuffle, her ol...