Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
THE PRESSURE IS ON
Jamie Dawn has added me to her blog roll. Now the pressure is on to be more than I can be....... At least I can join the mission to make hitonious a word!
I just tried to get to your blog from my blogroll, and it didn't work. I've got it corrected now, thank goodness. That mistake was hitonious!! :-)
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