*blinks* huh?? you mean it isn't tomorrow.. aw, bummer.

[nevynn]

So, First thing this morning, at 8 and some, I got a call from my obnoxious, but funny, ex-wife wishing me a happy birthday. It was a good call. The second call made me even happier.
(hugs to Luna)
And I logged on to find that someone send me "a pint of dark liquid".
So, here I am, looking at that "Pint of dark liquid" and wondering at it.
It could be a Guiness.. (but with a straw?)
It could be coffee.. (but with foam.. and a straw?)
It could be rootbeer..(but the bubbles are all at the top?)
It could be poison.. (But I am realy not -That- popular)

huh..

Anyway. A poem that came to my mind, and it may not fit at all.. but..

Ode to Machiavelli.
With the flames rising over the bridges at my back;
Let those who stand before me, see me comming.
And know that I -AM- a master of my world.
Burn, paths I have known, Burn! I can hear your embers crackling.
While those behind me weep, Hear me now as I am cackling!

*reads back over that and shrugs* It just occured.. and means nuthin' at all.
Tonights plan: Kiva House.. for a long soak, and some tea.
Tomorrow. I will be getting my fencing gear together, checking it all over, and go see if I still have my dance.