If you've got a spare four hours, this is a poem by Oscar Wilde. It's considered his best, really:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/wilde04.html An ever-poignant poem from a guy who was imprisoned for two years for being gay. Great world, this.
Well, I'm not in the woe is me mood i was in all week. I think it's all those endorphins I released this morning in my activeness...
Anyway, whether or not I fail at my attempts does not bother me at this point. Que sera sera, eh?
Having an off sense-of-humor, I do think it is pretty funny that when I mentioned puddy had chemo next week a friend thought I was talking about my dad! EHeheheheh..ehe...heh..ahem... hoo.