And the silence of the shining stone
like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
This layout is an Act of Clawed.
Monday, June 11, 2001
and sunburn I did... painfully sunburned. I certainly didn't want to go back to boring old Camp Verde yesterday, would've loved to stay in Phoenix a little longer. I must go back and bother Bird and Lora again sometime... The waterpark was a riot, but I still haven't gotten back to what passes for normal with me thanks to lack of sleep Sunday night and an early morning, both courtesy of my mother and VBS. It's fun, but couldn't it have been another week? *sigh* I will go back to happily digging through Lora's Drow book.