day 10889: it’s not the end to the journey, but the journey to the end
Oh sweet nectar, thou dost betray me.
I yearn for you. Too much, methinks.
You force my hand, and I must renounce thee.
Get thee from my sight, oh sweet, wondrous ambrosia.
Get thee from my sight…
Raise one up for me. I’m going dry until December. First step for the 30 things to do before I’m done being 30. I’ll post up another time.
[ed note: hm, this is really hard… let’s try two weeks to start…]