Wednesday, August 24, 2005
A Thought at Bedtime
Alas, I have become two conflicted halves of a whole. The one half is the naughty child that refuses to go to bed at night and stays up till who knows when doing nothing important, and who cares nothing at all for the other half, the responsible, hard-working child who must arise early in the morning to win her bread for the day, and who, upon rising with the crowing of the rooster, curses the day that the naughty child was born.
