Yellow lines a-glistening
Muted souls crushed
Mind rushing madness
Constrained, dash'd and broken.
Whistling rushes dance
Warning: There is no poetry past this point. You have been warned.
Today is Thursday, October 10.
I feel like all I do is run around from place to place getting nothing done. I know this is not true because the parameters that I measure success are moving steadily closer to my goal, yet on a day to day basis nothing seems to go anywhere.
FRUSTRATION!
I have one belt to do to finish my daughters costume, pictures will definitely be posted of the costume on Friday.
Saturday is another conference, so expect more poetry about driving.
Till tomorrow.
Thomas
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