Write a four line poem about: making history.
Work went pretty well today, got a lot of cleaning done. Also had a small group come in to bowl, so I had a chance to work in the alley as well. It was quiet enough in the gym at the time that it wasn't much of an issue to bounce back and forth... though I am starting to get a bit tired of those stairs.
Currently not schedule to work again until next Saturday. We'll see if anything comes up before then.
Quote all the books you like,
I don't care what you say.
As far as I'm concerned,
It's all made up anyway.