baa.

I am exhausted. Work just went to ludicrous speed, and As I told sigerson, it's a damn good thing I'm getting writing done in the mornings, because by the time I get home I am pretty much useless.

Memes are about as much as I can handle.

Put your media player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title. I, like my sisters, have cheated a little by arranging them poetically and adding punctuation.

Out on the winding windy moors

I. En Van Nuys there's porno stars

Catherine De Barra, you've ruined my thinking
Of all the women that ever I loved
You've done it all
Maybe I never told you
Everything right is wrong again

II. Had a northern lad

It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
In came the girl with the saddened eyes
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Kenesaw Mountain Landis was a bad motherfucker

Time, see what's become of me
I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
Every night the dream's the same
They come over here and they take all our land
They bought a round for the sailor

III. Hey now don't make a sound

Water was running
Token back to Brooklyn fell between the grate
They call me Doctor Worm

Charades, pop skills, water hyacinths
Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain
Golden brown texture like sun
On the windy beach the sun is shining through with weather fair