Life of a poet

Alone, deserted, left behind, and happy as hell about it!

So, this weekend both my mom and my sister-in-law have gone away (one to Henrieta (sp?) and the other to a four day music concert thing. So there is no one in the house, and the only other family member near by is by bro (unless you count the two year old nephew, but he can't drive). Everything probably thinks I'll throw some big party or something. Are you nuts, I can sleep, sleep, not be bothered or nagged about anything, and did I mention sleep, glorious sleep!
If I leave the house it'll probably be to go to Kev's. And he lives like 5 streets away, woo, I'm just leaving town now. But anyways, I'm sure I'll bored as hell...oh well, might as well. . . . .you guessed it, sleep! So maybe you didn't, but kudos if you did.
And I'm sure with all that boredom some odd idea that should never be formed will pop into my head, so be on the look out for my crazed ennui eating away at me. Bye for now.


Darká Degerön - the poet Darká