The little hill at the end of the Valley.

Last night would be a turn around after a terrible week.
I had to listen to tales of conquests and ingratitude belched forth by friendly cretins.
For where I to have been in that position, most humbly I would have spoke.
Or so I had thought. In truth I had been him far too many times.
By boast of course, read into the word what you will.

An early night called before seeing the early morning hours.
I sit here, no different than where I have always sat.
Perhaps Máni will bring me the courage to follow through on my decade long quest.
To better myself.

Last night I watched Human Target.
Monday I watched House.
I feel guilty whenever I watch FOX.
Knowing that I'm directly responsible.
For funding the Republican party.

Moral is low

Moral is low.
Pi Day Came, Moral was high.
The Ides of March came moral was shattered.
I do not like mushroom soup.
I was told it was time to leave.
But I've lived here my whole life.
Where will I go ?
Moral is low.