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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Monday, January 22, 2007

I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink

I was hoping to post about the con, but I'm so tired I really need to concentrate at work to do the simplest tasks. Sorry. I hope to write up something tonight.

On a side note, I was hoping to get "Changelings" edited and out, having had it critiqued on Sunday (lots of good comments). But the group meets again on Feb 11, so I need to get through the Pirate Story first.

2 comments:

littlebirdblue said...

Looking forward to reading your con post.

Steve Buchheit said...

Me too. Unfortunately I'm still zoned.