I agree with msbelle. I only got one more room done, but it was the living room, which was very messy. I neatened, then dusted the wood stuff, then vacuumed and lint brushed the chairs and all of the removeable cushions, then vacuumed. Lunch is being heated now.

After lunch I have to decide if I want to keep cleaning, or put on my tiara and pop some familar dvds in while I do my taxes and maybe clean some more after they are done.

Well, that was exciting.

Joe brought Em and my parents to my work. Emeline was loved by all (as per usual) and she was given a pink bunny Pez dispenser. My mom has taught her how to jump and say, "jump" and now they are headed to the beach while I am here. At work. Bored and getting ready to deal with a disagreeable customer.

I am in a stupid grouchy mood when I really should not be.

Come sit with me. We will watch and insult the world as it goes by and eat frosting out of the bowl.

With our fingers.

And nilla wafers.

OK, apartment is (mostly) clean.

Nap time.

So can you post or e-mail me at profile with links to good lyrics and poems for this purpose?

I suppose Elvis Costello's "Two Little Hitlers" would probably be pushing the envelope a little too much.

John Lennon's "Imagine" is always good for stuff like that, or a lot of his other stuff, really. As for poetry, I have no idea.

I have like five (crappy) pages written. Is that enough?! No it is not. I'm supposed to stay here until at least 6, so let's see what I can get done.

Oh, yeah "Imagine", We Shall Overcome.

Forsythias are all in the ground, and in the nick of time, because it started raining as I was digging the hole for the last one. Have since taken a shower, and scrubbed off thick layer of mud. Back is still mildly annoyed.

Jesse, I gave up an hour earlier and several sources short of what my goal was. I do not know how this thing will get written. There just isn't enough time or energy in the world.