Lately

When curtains pale with dawn's premonition, I often wonder what's become of the night. Didn't I intend this or that task to be done? Wasn't there a plan? The long trail of years is littered with the husks of such. Yet, after learning from experience how books go unread and words remain empty promises, still I am surprised by the inexorable turning of the earth. At these times, my capacity for delusion amazes me.

In lieu of an actual post --

( Verse, by someone who managed to get things done. )

:-P

LJ is constipated again. Frank has been eating too many T-shirts. I'm going to go watch television, although I'm sure nothing worthwhile is on. At least there won't be a bunch of error pages. Feh.