This is not my day.

I woke at 6:15, as expected, feeling groggier than I should have.

I went to school. Class let out an hour early, so I went home to lie down for a bit before going to work. Guess who fell asleep? Yep.

So I'm nearly half an hour late to work, I forgot to grab my glasses when I left the house, and my eyes are already fragged from lack of sleep.

At least I remembered lunch.

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I ... I ... no. No no no.

The only thing worse would be eating the real thing.

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Poetry!

Well, it's been a while since I brought a poem to you all. So here's one of my favorites:

( Yeats' 'A Prayer For My Daughter' )

And to put the fear of an English Teacher in you ... I've begun composing my own again.