And tonight will be all I have left to recall...

Asking only workman's wages I came looking for a job
But I get no offers;
Just a come on from the whores on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there...

More and more of I-want-a-new-job, more and more of I-don't-want-to-leave-the-sure-bet. I've been there myself, recently, and people had patience with me, so now I suppose it's my turn to reciprocate... ~sigh, shrug~

I am leaving, I am leaving,
But the fighter still remains...

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And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know I am like the rain:
There but for the grace of you go I.

Weather *may* permit us to go to the Birmingham practice, provided it holds like it is (stormy and wet) for another day and a half. Now all that remains is figuring tactics for Squeaker-deposit-and-retrieval. And, of course, Adam's seal of approval on all ideas. ~wet smile~ Bitch bitch bitch. *This* I *did* consent to, so this we take in stride.
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Hello, hello, hello, hello!
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye...
That's all there is.
And leaves that are green turn to brown...

...cheery thoughts this April day. I've got to change my soundtrack soon...