What an auspicioius day for my first update in a month, doncha think? *grin* We're playing Killer. So far, I'm alive. But my target is not yet dead. I had an idea, but Ben said that it would be a cheap shot and no fun... so now I'm just waiting for another idea. (A Shot in the Dark).

When you weren't looking, I wrote something and put it here. When you're not looking, everyone is sticking their tongues out at me.

Don't mind me, just a little jumpy and a little tired. Yeah.... tired... I think I'll take a nap. That would be nice. Yup. Stupid programming projects. What right do they have to cut into my procrastination time?

I felt the need to share. After all, thats what this is here for, right?
Thanks to Everything2:

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

- Lord Byron
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