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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Still 6 pounds to go but look how far I've come. -34 pounds. Enter
guessing contest. Started weight loss program on November 1, 2014. What date will I reach my surgery goal weight.
Guess the correct date and win two nylon net dish scrubbies made by