That whole I'm-going-to-post-more-really-I-promise-I-am thing? Sorry about that.
One of my friends has pointed out the error of my ways, and I am here to rectify it.
However, it's 5:09 in the morning, and I've been up since 2:00. The reason?
When I was just about to fall asleep, I had a sudden thought. This was that thought: "Did I take my sleep aid medication? I don't remember! But that would be bad if I took a second dose. Eh, I'm really sleepy. I bet I took it."
I was wrong.
I'll make no more posting promises this semester--this fall marks the start of my journey through Capstone, and this is the busiest I've been in a long time. Capstone, other classes, work, making necklaces, submitting writing (yes, I really am submitting), and oh, talking to my wonderful boyfriend. I feel he needs a mention here.
So anyway, this friend told me that I should write a poem for/about him. Here are the fruits of my 5:00am labors.
Limerick for Nick
There once was a young man from Sweden,
who shunned the fruits of Eden,
preferring prawn crackers,
and making rice snackers—
he really liked stuff by Joss Whedon.