scarylitllemary

So, I'm sick. I have a fucking head cold that I caught from my adorable nieces. The 4 year old told me the other day that I should take out my lip ring, cuz it's dangerous. It's nice that my sister tells her these things, cuz now she's gonna think I'm gonna die or something. I really don't understand her sometimes.
On a different note, I have to get up early tomorrow and go help Rich move his crap into the other room and then go to class at 2:30pm. It should be a blast. He's also taking me to see Ani Difranco for the my birthday on Dec. 3rd. I'm quite excited, even if he may not be.
And last, but not least tonight I thought I'd share a poem that we were reading in my Lit. class. It's now a favorite of mine.

And did young Stephen sicken, and did young Stephen die?
And did the sad hearts thicken, and did the mourners cry? No; such was not the fate of Young Stephen Dowling Bots; though sad hearts round him thickened, 'twas not from sickness' shots.
No whooping-cough did rack his frame,
Nor measles drear, w/ spots;
Not these impaired the sacred name of Stephen Dowling Bots Despised luv struck not w/ woe that head curly knots,
Nor stomach troubles laid him low, Young Stephen Dowling Bots
O no. Then list w/ tearful eye, whilst I his fate do tell.
His soul did from this cold world fly, by falling down a well. They got him out & emptied him; alas it was 2 late;
His spirit was gone for too sport aloft in-the realms of the good & great.

Let me know what u think.
meow!