see also: supple underbelly
4-5 PM:
I have been alone
all day at the com pew tor.
I am going mad.
5-6 PM:
Someone updated
the wiki on my eye thing:
Keratoconus.
6-7 PM:
"Pain perdu" is the
French word for" french toast," which means
"lost bread" in English.
7-8 PM:
Photoshopping might
be more trouble than it's worth
sometimes, but oh well.
8-9 PM:
Took break from eye strain:
computer to focus on
eye strain: cross stitching.
9-10 PM:
cross stitching takes so
much time, but what else do I
have planned this evening?
9-10 PM, supplemental:
I may have had to
look it up, but yes, evening
is two syllables.
10-11 PM:
Getting quite tired.
Probably heading to bed
after a shower.
11-12 PM:
shower, wash, clean, scrub,
rinse, dry, deodorant on,
sleeping naked, zzzz.
Bob, where's the haiku
ReplyDeletefor 7 to 8 PM?
I am so sad now.
Cool yer jets, it's here.
ReplyDeletePlus, yours doesn't count as an
extra one, my friend.
Fair enough, Bobby.
ReplyDeleteAlso: I wonder why my
formatting is fucked.