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. Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goo dbyes.