Wednesday - June 14, 2006
Too sleepy to be thirty-seven.
Still on standby for the guys to finish at work and
send over the materials that need to be reviewed and
compiled.
In the meantime, this is looping in my head:
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/did gyre and gimbel in the wabe:/All mimsy were the borogoves,/and the mome raths outgrabe."
Happy birthday, me. Beware the Jabberwock, all.
In the meantime, this is looping in my head:
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/did gyre and gimbel in the wabe:/All mimsy were the borogoves,/and the mome raths outgrabe."
Happy birthday, me. Beware the Jabberwock, all.