I am ten [sick] ninjas.
I'm still sick. I WILL NOT get this booked finished on time. That is unless I can set and print 24 poems, half of which are in a language I am increasingly unsure of. And let's not forget the eightish poems that don't really exist yet. I'm still sick. This is the second day I haven't gone to work. Will I still have a job next week? Sure I'm ill, but that's the funny thing about being a student worker. We have shit for rights. Single parenthood is difficult. It would be less so if I had a car and was able to drive it. Boy howdy is Kuma cute. I'm still sick. This weird thing has been happening lately: I've been hopeful. For real. I've had genuine good feelings about the future; not just with what I know I'm capable of but with what I will achieve. I must be sick or something. Trekkies are odd fucking ducks.