Squirrel, I think you need to plan not cleaning, so that you can clean instead 
And I swear eating McDonald's makes you hungrier...
__________________
'...
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,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
|