Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Slynn, here is a happy poem for you:
My eyes are bulging,
My nose is runny
The birds are singing,
Why is it sunny?
People are crazy,
My mind feels so hazy,
My roommate's diagnosis:
"You're just too lazy!"
I'll jump out my window,
I'll fly to the moon!
I think I'd do anything
To get out of this room.
I need a break,
A change of address.
Or perhaps just a week
To hide out and rest.
And then I'll come back
With vengeance and wrath
To smite any peasant
Who dare cross my path.
That one's for you Slynn.
Get better soon.
