Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Day Number IX


I like the dark, I think,
Because I can’t tell that you aren’t there;
And I wouldn’t know you if
I saw you anywhere but the night.
-          Letters, I

You ever have those really off days? The ones caused by lack of sleep and sustenance? I’ve had a rash of them, of late. You’d think I’d learn, but I’m rather stubborn. *strokes nonexistent beard*

I grew a beard once. Maybe twice. Kind of left something to be desired. Not unlike this blog. *hearty laugh*

Until tomorrow, then.

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