steeled with the sheen/of what green stars can make it to our gate
Another Year...
... another dollar! Right? Right.
No, I'm still poor. Aw well. And I think it's another day another dollar... but whatever.
It is my birthday, though. And my nice family sent me to get a pedicure. Isn't that nice of them? I thought it was.
Haha, I could go on about how old I feel, etc etc, but I don't really feel all that old, so I won't.
Right then. I guess that's all. Expect poetry soon...