Give me crayons, and back away.

Long live half-days. True, they may screw with you temporal sense of reality, but they give you time to go out for lunch at a restaurant that has brown paper for placemats and crayons to pass the time.

Then, of course, imagine four people coloring their placemats at the same time. And we're all in high school, right? Of course we are.

Dammit, I'd paste my contribution if someone would be kind enough to tell me how. Stupid me and my HTML-illiteracy.

Gotta get my portfolio in order now, then get ready to go to work. And wrap my parent's anniversary present. Somehow.

How do you wrap fudge?

I've got a trenchcoat, but now I need to find a really big sword.

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Woot! I've got a _big_ sword!

Burn

'I Burn, I Burn.'

'I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn
By driving winds the crackling flames are borne.'
Now raving-wild, I curse that fatal night;
Now bless the hour which charm'd my gulty sight.
In vain the laws their feeble force oppose:
Chain'd at his feet they groa, Love's vanquish'd foes;
In vain religion meets my sinking eye;
I dare not combat - but I turn and fly;
Conscience in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire;
Love grasps his scorpions - stifled they expire!
Reason drosp headlong from his sacred throne,
Your dear idea reigns and reigns alone:
Each thought intoxicated homage yeilds,
And riots wanton in forbidden fields!

By all on high adoring mortals know!
By all the conscious villain fears below!
By your dear self! - the last great oath I swear;
Nor life nor soul were ever half so dear!

-Robert Burns