Wednesday, April 12, 2006

 

Three poems for Day Twelve. I thought I would reinvigorate my long-suffering series about what I would do with a drunken sailor. (He and I are mostly very boring. Movies. Museums. The occasional hike.) What would you do with a drunken sailor?

An early day for me: went home from work about noon because I just felt . . . off. Dizzy, a little nauseated. Did some work from home, nicely horizontal. Still not feeling quite right, but hopefully a good night's sleep will fix it.

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