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
Friday, December 08, 2006
ITS ALIVE!!!!
I am "IT" and I am alive. After another night of 20 minute sleep segments, I finally was able to get two complete one hour segments and I actually feel on road to staying alive this morning.
I sure jumped the gun on this one. My cold lingered another six days and I almost lost my entire voice before it was over. Whew! Watch out for that cold or flu bug or whatever it was.
I sure jumped the gun on this one. My cold lingered another six days and I almost lost my entire voice before it was over. Whew! Watch out for that cold or flu bug or whatever it was.
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