Poetry... kinda

It's been a week. That's far too long.
Off to nap. Off to clean. Off to Lawrence.
Back to my place.

Mmmm... happiness is.

(BTW- I'm not mad at Bruce anymore. I really just wanted him to understand why I was upset. He does. He also really pushed for one of my ideas to make NERO spiffy... my mark will be left on NEK long after I'm gone...

I am immortal.
I have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival.
No man can be my equal.

VICTORY!)