I've beem really sick, so I can't even focus enough to write anything at all, let alone read anything of interest. Sooo I'm thinking I'll do some sort of sonnet or haiku? Sound good. I'm gonna flip a coin. Heads is Sonnet. Heads it is. That all actually just happened too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I met you, you weren't pretty, but you did ask me paper or plastic. Your nose was cold and kind of runny, but that kiss was still fantastic. Now we live with a group of mole people, were we see the light above and refrain. We were married under their mole steeple. I guess I really can't complain. One day I'll take you back. I'll buy you lots of roses, none of which are black. Dear, watch the dog's noses. You were my lunch lady of passion, now you my mole of rassion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know why it was about mole people or why it turned out so wierd. I'm sick and goodbye.