The bug's been around since time began, it's bitten bigger, badder bastards than the one I am.

[mixedklutz]

Ok, so I think it's about time, and I've done this before, but it's around this time of year I like to bring up my favorite poem.

For no reason I can think of,
I've wandered far astray,
And that is how I got to
Where I find myself today.

Dammit Joey, I mean my other favorite poem. the one by William Oldys.

On a Fly Drinking Out of His Cup

Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Gently drink, and drink as I,
Freely welcomed to my cup,
Couldst thou sip and sip it up.

Make the most of life you may,
Life is short, and wears away.
Just alike both mine and thine,
Hasten quickly to their decline.

Thine's a summer, mine's no more
Though repeated to threescore.
Threescore summers, when they're gone,
Will appear as short as one.

I guess my puncuation is probably off, but I'm doing it from memory, and I don't feel like getting up and going all the way to the bookshelf.

I hope you all had/are having as great of summers as mine. Life's short. Make the most of it.