Ah, love, let us be trueAt least I'm getting to the gym, but the time in the office can't be doing my cortisol levels any good. I hope a weekend with the bomber will improve my mood.
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
In work, the following lines have been much on my mind:
at 8:00 am