Friday, September 2, 2011

September 2: Just Let It Rain

It's been looking like rain all day today.  It sprinkled a little on my way home from work, but nothing appreciable.  I spent the afternoon cleaning my house, and now I just managed to piss off my daughter, which isn't very difficult considering she's ten years old and hormonal all the time.

I don't have a whole lot more to report.  I didn't get a chance to work on a new poem.  I didn't heal a leper, raise anyone from the dead, or feed a crowd of six thousand people with a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli.  As a prospective saint, I was pretty much a dud today.

Saint Marty will try harder tomorrow.

It says on the label it feeds 6,000

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