Mostly it's done but the stuff that undone has already consumed more energy than the things that are done and I'm no closer to finding the right stuff. I suppose it's no secret that the stuff remaining is for Kara. I won't want to. I'm supposed to go hear a band play tonight. I think I'll do that regardless of my exhaustion.
Bands are good.
Bands are great. Hopefully I'll play in one sometime soon. For some reason I feel like sharing a poem I really like. Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.