It's getting way too motivational in here. I gotta finish my poem about my date with Death, the entity, and by that I mean I actually send him an invitation to a coffee house and he shows up as a mild mannered vaguely Hispanic man. I don't wear shoes. We talk quietly for a while and then he takes off.
It has been way too long since I have completed another poem on my series on "Death, the most interesting moment in our lives!" series, but I'm all frantic suddenly WORK MONDAY OMG DON'T WANT TO use up all my gravitas on POETRY I will have sick kids to deal with.
LOL
Anna