everyone was posting their favourite poems the other day. I generally don't have favourite poems; I like the occasional poetry i find, but I was subjected to so much really bad stuff that I'm still recovering. However, I saw this today and had to gack it.  From Haiku Error Messages...

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

soo tired. We were up late last night, drinking and talking, and watching late night cartoons. So I didn't get to bed till 3am, and only got to sleep in till 9. Ugh. I'm so not doing well on only six hours of sleep. I wish I were one of those people who don't need much. Instead, anything less than nine hours leaves me dragging. Probably has a lot to do with my sluggish metabolism.

Now it's bedtime for the kiddos and a lazy evening to while away until I can think of something useful to do (like reading one of the zillions of non fiction books I have out of the library). I was going to record a podcast, but my cohost isn't feeling well (guess who I was drinking with last night, lol), and I don't want to do it without her. Hmmm, maybe I should see if Bob's up to it... nah, like that would ever happen.

Anyhone interested in recording something for a podcast aimed at eclectic and/or solitary pagans??? And then zipping it and sending it to me? Okay, so maybe it's a lot to ask... especially since I need to get something done for monday. Blergh.

I may just end up doing one on my own tonight. That'll be weird; I tend to go off on a tangent, and rant about that when I'm on my own (which I why I have a cohost!).