A poem I am fond of...

The Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bight
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

So I reorganised our DVDs again, in the purpose of ascertaining just which ones are copies or need replacing... disovered three are missing: Antz, King Arthur, and Babylon A.D. which I will ask Joe and Heaven about when they get back. I know I asked him to bring in all the DVDs from the sleepout but they may have missed some. Or Heaven may have leant them to her mum. Or we never did get Antz back from Chris and Tarns but I thought we did. Possible Heaven borrowed it for her little sister.

She keeps forgetting to bring back my Wild Bean thermal coffee mug, too. And I forget how many times I've asked about it. Really annoying, that. I don't like to nag.

My cat has been super smoochy today, I don't know why. Cute, except when I'm trying to do shit. Then she's just in the way.

People in this house seem to have an aversion to putting their trash in the rubbish bin. Gets super frustrating finding miscellaneous crap lying around that can be thrown out or recycled. I dread to think of the state of the sleepout (again). Alan just laughs when I give him a look for dropping his rubbish on the floor next to his side of the bed. Because he knows it gets on my nerves and before long I'll tidy it up. But, damnit... I'm not a neat freak, but I still dislike mess because people are too lazy to get up and throw their rubbish away.

And now of course Alan wants the computer since he just got home. I said no because I only just got on not that long ago. As he says, I've had all day to have my play on the computer, but that doesn't mean I've spent all day on the computer. So I sort of resent being asked to hop off when I haven't really done all that much on here yet. I can't wait for him to get his own box again and then we don't have to fight to share time on the one computer.

Anyway, best check my f-list and keep this short so he does get some time on here since he really wants it.

Fin.