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Finally out of the house! I think I'm going to tell my boss this Saturday thing is not working out. I don't know who hates being cooped up in the house more - me or the seven year old. Plus I didn't get to take a single call, and my phone rang less than 10 times in total. I hate hanging around doing nothing. It makes me feel ick.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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