I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Spending the weekend foolishly

By resting, healing, and oh, putting in about 8 hours of freelance work. Sigh. So me going to be scarce on these here interwebbies today. Hope you're having a great weekend.

Things to do today:
Register and book hotels for conventions
More freelance
Rewrite on novel or write out more on "Grace"
Scrub everything

That should be enough, my guess is something else will come along and soak up my time.

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